/lit/ - Literature

It was the best of times...
It was the worst of times...
I stood in the middle of Times Square just passing TIME. TIME waits for no man, however, man spends his TIME waiting. The man that I hoped would pass by today didn't come, and I guess you could say that this was a huge waste of TIME. You see, I wanted to steal the TIME from this man. Since you may not understand what I mean, I guess it's TIME to explain. You see, each of us has a number over our heads, and it's there all the TIME. From the TIME I was born I could see them. The thing is, no matter how much TIME I steal, I can never stop. You see... I don't know how much TIME I have left. The one number I can never know until my TIME'S up, is my own.I decided that I would live on borrowed TIME a long TIME ago, to alleviate my fear of death. Sometimes I take half a life. Sometimes I take the whole thing. But every TIME I do my life grows longer. There's nothing else I'd rather spend my TIME doing.