The alarms wasn’t supposed to go off yet. 

I was meant to have more time. 

More time. 

What would I do with more time? 

Think of all the hours of screen time I could’ve racked up. 

More time. 

Think what I might’ve done if the mood was just right 

and the house was clean 

and the lighting was warm 

and my head was clear 

and my eyes were alert 

and my stomach was full but not aching 

and I wasn’t 

tired tired tired. 

It’s really not my fault. 

I was meant to have more time. 


I’m sitting and I’m staring at the clock and

 I’m confused as to how it might already be this time 

when just moments ago it was that time and I had

… time. 

I never realized it would happen so quickly. 

Life. 

Everything really. 

I spent so much time focussed on time, no one warned me it would feel so harsh, 

when the clock finally stops.