A Quick drabble.

I’m sorry if this makes no sense. I wrote it in like five minutes, but I knew I had to write something about last night’s episode. 

Time moves slow. People always say it flies by, but I don’t believe that shit. If time flew by nothing would seem like a big deal. We wouldn’t have time to give anything a second thought. Things would be what they would be, and before we disliked what they were, something new would come along, and you would forget about the first thing.

            If time moved fast I would be over her by now. I would never give her a second thought. High school would be long gone and I would be off being a badass somewhere else. But time doesn’t move fast. It moves fucking slow. Too slow.

            As I sit by her hospital bed, time doesn’t seem to be moving fast. The hands on the clock move once every eternity as I wait for her eyes to open. I wouldn’t have to wait if time went by quickly. She would be awake, talking to me, laughing at me, yelling at me, ignoring me, something. She would be doing something because she would be out of this hospital already and be fine.

            But life is moving slowly. Every blink of my eye seems like years I have been waiting. When will this waiting end? When will she wake up? When will I get to tell her how I feel? Never, if time keeps going this slowly.

 The cuts, gashes, bruises that adorn her face are not healing quickly. They have not made any progress. This does not seem fast to me. She is still beautiful, though. Her green eyes are shining as the light from the window hits them, illuminating the room in warmth. Her hair is golden again, having been washed by a nurse earlier today.  What day even is it? I can’t remember anymore. Has it even been days? Or years maybe?  It fucking feels that way.

            “Go home, kid, get some rest,” the doctor’s tell me.

            Their shit crazy if they think I’m leaving here. They’re busy; their time is flying. They have patient after patient to look after, filling their day, making it move. I used to be like that. Keep going, keep going. If you don’t slow down you won’t feel anything. You can hide from it all if you never slow down.

            Well, Mr. Fucking Doctor, guess what, it doesn’t work. All the shit catches up to you eventually. Because time will never be fast forever. You cannot escape yourself by escaping time. It comes back to bite your ass.

            And even though time moving slow seems like torture, like hell, like I’m never getting out. Well, maybe it’s not so bad. Because time that moves slowly is time I am here, with her. No, I don’t think I would mind if life was slow. Because all the waiting will be worth it when our lives will someday be slow together.