Time kills us all.

The alarm beeps out siren songs trying to wake me up again, I press sleep for the third time, tick, tock, tick, tock, minutes go by and it beeps again. I do not like the concept of time; it just shows how late we are, how early we are, and how much time we have left. The numbers float by and the hands keep moving forward, never stopping. Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours, hours turn into days, days turn into months, months turn into years... Each person has a different clock; some tick faster than others and some tick slower than others. We all have an expiry date, we blame death on diseases, accidents, and old age but really it's time that kills us all.

J

Killing It. Tell me why?

The walls are closing, faster than time and space itself. no meaning, no meaning. Repeat upon Repeat. Full circle, 24 hours, 365 days, cycling down to seconds each with identical counterparts that follow, Incremental. Setting ourselves up for disaster every second, every breath, and every step. The trees are bleeding, ash falls as snow.

J

Escape

"Escape. I hide by myself to take the form of something else."

Theres a constant force that has a hold on us. One fall for another gain. Taking advantage to get an upper hand, even though your soul is brokenly repaired. We drive it through to get catch a fake smile that nobody will miss. This time nobody will dismiss, there is no smile here. Somethings cant be treated. beautifully disfigured.

J