Me and my procrastination.
I wrote this at about 3 am…just bare that in mind, and yes, I should have been doing school at the time:
I caught Time today.
I put him in a bag for later because I was too busy to deal with Him now.
He’s a chatty fellow. Doesn’t mind giving his opinion even when I don’t ask for it.
I’ll admit it’s rare that I get the better of Him. Several times He’s been known to catch me off guard but I was lucky enough to get Him now.
The best way to catch Time, is to ignore Him until he comes creeping out from boredom.
Sometimes He watches me over my shoulder as I hack away at the keys on my laptop. Occasionally He’ll point out a typo but mostly He just stares. The stare that makes the clock’s hands twitch and squirm with embarrassment and run around the clock trying to get away. And then Time flies.
And He flies fast.
That’s why even when you catch Him; He always gets away from you later.
I left with Time today.
I’ll admit that sometimes I take to traveling with Time. He’s a good companion. You’re never bored when you’re with the right sort of Time.
That’s why the best way to get the right sort of Time is to pick your clocks carefully.
I stopped Time today.
I’ll admit it wasn’t an easy thing to do. He’s a persuasive fellow and He doesn’t like to be slowed down in the slightest. But once I stopped Him, it was like he never existed.
But he didn’t stop for long.
That’s why I have such trouble finding Time.
