Time

I was sitting on the bed in the spare room this morning. I heard the faint tick, tick of a watch lost somewhere in the mess of drawers and baskets... lost in time, lost in itself. I sat listening to it for a while and thought: every tick of that little lost watch represents a second of time that I can never get back. I waste my time online, watching tv, staying in town. I waste seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, years, a lifetime... doing things that I don't care about. What I want is to make my life an adventure. I never want to be bored, and I never want to lonely. I am bored and lonely all the time, now. I was looking through pictures last night of when I was young. It seems like it was just yesterday when I could walk up to my brother or sister and give them a great big hug and tell them I loved them. Now, it's so hard to show love, those feelings of gratitude must be hidden... and I don't know why. I will try to start showing people that I love, that I love them. I will no longer waste my precious time, being proud.