Time&Soul.

I don't want to fall asleep just yet.

I don't want my eyes to grow dark just yet.

I don't want my heart to take a tumble just yet.

I don't want to stay in bed anymore.

Time is slowly moving past my bed, waiting, wondering, knowing I probably will not get up. Time is never bracing himself for the impact it would be if I finally decided to rise. Time knows what I am capable of but he also knows of the prison I am trapped in. Time knows about the bars that keep me from escaping. So Time doesn't worry about me coming to my senses. Time knows he can move as slowly as he wants, torturing me with the long hours stuck in my mind, the long hours of feeling numbness and self hatred. Time knows I can never do anything about it. Time knows I never will.

But Time can't read my mind, only sense my feelings, only sense the dread that keeps my heart in it's prison, but Time doesn't see what is in my head and Time's own time is running out. I have realized that Time isn't real. Time is a fraud. Time is a gatekeeper to soemthing much bigger, something that matters so much more.

Time has no idea that I am finally lifting myself up. Time has no idea that he really should be bracing for impact because when I hit, I hit hard and I am tired of staying on the ground.

Time is finally being replaced. My soul will be in charge now.