T I M E.
Not the magazine, not a clock, not physically.
Time is life moving forward and not backwards, because life does what Robert Frost said: “…it goes on”.
And I have taken the first step and started moving towards doing just that, and progressively I feel that I am a ticking time bomb.
In a good way.
I feel that things will slowly start to shift and that I will quit being who I never was: a black hole.
I will soon quit thinking, and continue living. Which I am, literally.
It kinda feels like when you shake a can of soda, and you know it’s only a matter of time till it explodes.
ALL OVER YOUR FACE? Whaa-?!
Anyways…it’s now time for:
So yeah, I know I will end up wallowing in my negativity every so often. But whatever, I don’t care for that at the moment.
I wonder when the time bomb explodes will confetti come out….or guts? Please let it be confetti.