Time ticks past.

I am aware the picture does not really resemble my post at all. I don't care.

Time slips away, like a silent wind, blowing past. Like holding sand, and gripping so tight it slips right through your fingers. Like driving so fast, the trees become a blur of green, and you focus your eyes upon one thing, for it to be snatched away. It would not matter if I were to slow down, because looking around, everything, and everyone would be rushing around me, in a complete blur, a distant other world, that I could barely touch, let alone hold onto. But what if I can no longer rush amongst these other creatures? These other souls, that wear time upon their sleeves and the burden of it's lack becomes evident.
STOP, rewind.