Why

The Eyes of Twenty-One

Time is passing by so fast that sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure I am still alive. Its almost as if the older i am the more i become dead. Dead to the world and dead to the people around me. In a world that moves so fast I am killing myself trying to catch up. I seek religion hoping that i can hide behind it as protection of evil and every day life. I am not the same as I was as a child, but sometimes i think im still looking through a childs eyes. I feel like I have been fighting my whole life but i finally realized that i had actually only been fighting myself. I am my worst enemy. i have hurt myself more than anyone could possibly even think to hurt another person. Time is not on my side. IF only time could slow down and maybe even go back twelve or thirteen years. maybe that would be enough for me to make up with myself. Learn from a different world. One that did not seem so harsh and cruel. But I like so many before will perish in time. Which as we all know Time could be today or time could be tomorrow.