time is inevitable.

and still i wear it over my heart. hanging down from my neck. there's a story behind this pocket watch, my grandfather gave it to me, it was made in geneva. it doesn't tick anymore, but it still keeps up with time. it reminds me day in and day out, that we are all just borrowed time, as i have stated before, it's not going to slow down, but it sometimes speeds up, it goes backwards, up and down and forwards, (always at the same speed, never slowing down for anything.) and there's absolutely nothing we can do to control it. we're slightly useless when it comes to defeating the wait, but all i know and all i have ever known is, that time is worth it. my watch still reads the same the last time you picked it up from my chest and held it tight in your hands, and it'll read the same, the next time your fingers find their way to the gold i wear around my neck. wearing a watch that doesn't tick, is the only way around time, it's the only way that makes any sense. i don't lose time, and time doesn't lose me. it's always the same. i don't know if this makes sense to anyone but myself, and even if that's the case, i don't care. it makes sense to me, and that's what matters.

today is all we have.