I am kinda at a loss for words today. Why is it a countdown? Why is time so much of an essence? Truly. I’m at a loss for words, a loss for voice, I’m bounding silence inside and content. The mindful exhaustion in the here and now is almost soothing. The grief I bear to admit in my person is awestruck. The more Time Goes On. The more I miss them. Though the more Time Goes On I become angry, or angrier. A slow rage, is slowly kindling into a fire, growing, spreading, and also plaguing my existence. When will it stop. does it ever stop? The answer is no. It only builds. So I use it to build my own character, my own person. I’ll build it. I’ll use it to build, not destroy.