Time.

All this talk about lost days,
And the desire to rewind,
When all I want is to fastforward.
But I'm stuck in this anti-time warp;
This slow progression of hours and days, weeks and months.
And inside I feel a spiderweb of time
that has not yet outwardly spun.


Today marks the anniversary of the best day of my life. Ignore the disgusting cliche, but the day you met the person you are meant to be with will feel the same. It's like a deep, filling inhale of cool, summer air, that injects your body with an indescribable warmth and serenity. And it's a comfort beyond any comfort imaginable.

He is one of the many reasons I am ready to hastily grap the remote control and jam the fastforward button on the VCR. And it's to the point where I don't necessarily care if I miss out. I don't need to (nor want to) experience the immaturity and carelessness of college.

So why not just excellerate through the next four years at lighting speed, only catching glimspes of life as they pass?

Perhaps because I would miss out, not on college, but on my life with him... and right now, those moments are all I am really living for.

I may be ready to leap into the future, but I am not prepared.
And I'm not willing to lose those moments in a quick display of random moving frames.