Tick tock

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

That’s the sound of the clock hanging above my living room door frame. It’s counting the seconds of my life and so rarely do we ever take a moment to pause and reflect on just what it is we are doing with those which are represented by a grain of sand falling in an hourglass. Moments in time which we shall never regain.

Respect of time is important. What you are doing in this moment is everything you are. Catch the coronavirus tomorrow and you’ll wish you had enjoyed your time while you were here.

Respect people’s time as well. For my time is my time and if you impact my time negatively then this was not a positive exchange of our fleeting moments of existence. Ya feel me?

Doubtful. I sometimes feel as if time is repeating and I’ve already lived this moment before and yet you still haven’t quite figured out what the fuck is going on yet. (Side note: 2016 California elected Hilary, 2020 we wanted Bernie. 2020 Mike Pence is leading our coronavirus task force and we wonder why people are dying? I’m wondering why we haven’t quarantined ourselves from the virus that is America, honestly. Will that ever happen? Without a radical shift in consciousness? Doubtful. I sometimes feel as if time is repeating and I’ve already lived this moment before and yet y’all STILL haven’t quite figured out what the fuck is going on yet.)

 

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

Tick tock.

SHUT THE FUCK UP CLOCK. I’m tryna reflect on the sands of time you insufferable nuisance, I don’t have time for your shit.

Tick tock.