In Your Head, In Your Head

Time can be a piece of shit when it wants to be. Especially when I have nothing but time on my hands and I am forced to in one position, idle, without speaking or enjoying myself for any good reason. Time makes sure that I know, I know, that I am not in control of whatever chaos ensues. When I'm antsy, time drags it's feet as if to say "where are you gonna go?" If I am uncomfortable, pain assures me that this is the hell that I deserve. Regardless of me trying to wait it out, time say "you are on my turf" and I am forced to wait. Wait for time to pass. Wait for it.to catch up with what I think it should be in my head because clearly, I have waited enough time to check from my clock to empty air, to the back of my eye lids, to switching positions so that my legs dont seem to notice, that in time...if I'm not paying attention...has not.koved any further than it did when I tried to outsmart it 15 minutes ago. Time is still relative and on its own merits. I have no power to the tick tick rocks and the movement of seconds to minutes. If I were enjoying something, time would make it end. If I were watching the clock, then time would forsake me. And I'm getting too old to play the same games with time. As I look into the mirror and stare into an unrecognizable face. One that I know should welcome me with all the warmth and love of time. A face that has surely warranted the benefits of age and time, has only been graced with the repugnance of decay that time is forever immune too. It shows no sign of greying or wrinkled skin. No ounce of growth from years of weight. Not one instance of anything unrecognizebale or distjointed. Time is evergreen and it's existence is merely happenstance. We exist for time and jott down each memory of existence in order to capture time. We photograph it to freeze it in time. We.sing about it and recall a time long forgotten and memories from a time way back when. And if we really try hard enough, we'll infatuate an idea of time travel where one change to the past could affect the outcome of another timeline. We are slaves to a binary of 60 second crunches to get from point a to point b without wasting what valuable.time we have. And who put a value on time? When did someone take something immeasurable and decide that in time, any time, it has worth? I suppose I could rant about the essence of time and how it does me no could to bitch, literally all the time, because my time is being wasted. Wasted by time in it's infinite loops of forever and imaginary. I think I have an hour and twenty one minutes left of my flight to Phoenix and all I have managed to do is keep my mind busy so that I don't think about time. Trying to keep my mind off of the fact that my legs have cramps from the tight position I am sitting in on the plane and my ass has not discovered that it too wants to cramp and be hot. But in time, it will be okay. In time....I will be able to stand up and walk off the pain. Until next time.