Banal conversations with Time

You don’t start to appreciate the true value of time, until you really want it to pass, fast…because then it doesn’t! Why should it? It has time. Can it acutally control himself, can it just order himself to stop? If not, who can? Maybe time are more…Slow time, Fast time, Boring time, Colourful time, Dinner time, Change time, Kissing time (I like this one), Dying time, Dark time, Gold time, Bad Time, Bed Time, Eating time, Pretending time, Waiting time (hate that one), Dancing time, Shit time, Good time, Almost perfect time, Perfect time (God bless people who are never late to come), Insane time, Sick time, In time, Waiting time (I know it was already, but I just hate this one), Weird time, Coffee time, Big time! Short time, …. time, …. time, ….time, …..
Does time like time? Do they meet? If time goes back, do they sit for a drink and chat about weather? or fashion? or death? Is time scared of the end of time? Does time need affection? or attention? I’m sorry. Why does time get shorter? Is it getting old? than why does everyone call it new? Does time suffer from Progeria? That means it should die in his mid’teens or early than twenties. Is he new enough?
How can you feel the spirit of time if it’s not dead?
Is time money? Really? That sounds stupid and looks even stupider. Who ever said that needed both desperately, though none cure stupidness. We kill time every day. 6 billion of people kill time every day. How? By doing nothing. No wonder we’re in chains.
Does time run out of time? Of course, otherwise where the lost time comes from?
Did time ever loved another time? or a human? or the air? or life? or mornings? I guess he didn’t, you lose track of time when you’re in love and time is not allowed to do that. Isn’t that sad? Mybe that’s the reason he gets crankier, he’s pissed at us…we can stop anytime, without wanting it, without anticipating it, we can lose ourselves any second.
Is time more into seconds or minutes? or weeks? or months? or seasons? or years? or eras? or nothing? Maybe just into coffee. I’m not.
Picture time, not a clock, not a watch, not a complicated mechanism, personalize it, take it for a walk in your thoughts, talk to it…what is your first question? Do you really need to ask?

A banal conversation with Time:
-Hey Time.
-Hey.
-Do you have a cigarette?
-I don’t smoke.
-Why?
-I heard it kills.

Another banal conversation with Time:
-Hey Time.
-Hey.
-How you’ve been lately?
-Bored.
-Why?
-No more good movies on TV.
-Television sucks.
-Well…”Time Wrap” is really cool.
-You’re too self centered.
-No, I’m just fast.

Here it is. Television can rewind time, Photography can pause time, Writers can reproduce time, Art can stop time. What is art? That is just not something I wish to get into. Time is enough, but there is not enough time. We need to stop it, more often.

Another banal conversation with Time:
-Hey Time.
-Hey.
-Can I touch you?
-When?
-Now.
-Where?
-Here.
-No.
-Why?
-I don’t like you.
-Why?
-You’re not big enough.
-Are you?
-I was.

Is time happy? Maybe just Happy time is happy, I don’t think Almost perfect time is happy since there is Perfect time. But Perfect isn’t happy either, he also knows about the other. A lot of expressions about time are stupid. For example: Time of my life, Time Out, Ahead of time, At all times, Behind the time, Time is up, Make time for something or someone, In time (is it cozy?), Too much time on my hands, Couple of times, Time heals, Never.

My last banal conversation with Time:

-Hey Time.
-Hey.
-If i’ll get big enough, can I touch you?
-No.
-Why?
-You are annoying.
-That’s why?
-No.
-Why?
-I’m incomplete.