time

time will never cease to dumbfound. it can go as slow or as fast as it desires. today, when i'm sitting idle for a holiday, i'll look up at the clock and be surprised that it's already almost, or coming to, noon. time wastes away without our even having to try. i shouldn't have had to be surprised.


time can move on and yet stay the same. like when you're haunted by ghosts that never deign to leave you. time moves on; you don't. how do you atone? you accept whatever comes your way, without question. that's karma striking back. you don't fight it. maybe by making of this world your own personal hell, you can seek to mitigate whatever will be in store for you after it.


i am my own tormentor, because i choose it.