I sit.

I stare.

At the little clock on my desk.

I hate how it ticks.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Sometimes

I feel it’s ticking too fast.

It scares me.

The clock can tick forever.

But I only have so much time to tick.

I want it to stop.

I grab the hands of the clock. 

I hold them still.

But I can still hear it.

It’s only getting faster.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

I feel like only a moment ago I was a freshman.

I feel like only a month ago I was in middle school.

I feel like only a year ago I met you all for the first time.

I feel like time is ticking too fast.

I feel like too soon it’ll be over.

But I don’t want it to be over.

I’m not ready for it to be over.

I feel as soon as I’m getting comfortable.

As soon as things are feeling nice.

It all ticks away.

Tick

Tick

Ticked away.

I stare down at my clock.

With a weary

Tired gaze.

I’ve grown tired of trying to slow its rhythm.

So I just sit.

I watch it tick.

I let it take me.

Last night though,

I lifted my head.

I see you across from me.

Staring down at your own clock.

Tick

Tick

Ticking away.

Hm.

I bring up how I felt my clock

…was a bit off.

Too fast.

Ticking too much.

You say the same.

Hm.

Maybe my clock isn’t broken after all.

Maybe I’ve ticked away too much time

Trying to stop mine from ticking away.

I can’t stop it.

I can’t slow it down either.

So…

I think it’s best to just enjoy what I have.

So I’ll watch my clock tick away with a smile.

I still have so much time to tick away after all.

It’ll last me a long while.

Hm.

Maybe

Maybe I just made too much of a big deal

Out of such a small deal.

Oh well.

I’ll just spend the time I have.

And tick it away with you.

With you all.

Time is a fickle thing after all,

A fickle fickle thing.

But I think I have enough.

Just enough to do what I want to with it.

The perfect amount to

Tick

Tick

Tick away.