I have this ongoing fear of time and space. Time being the way it's not that important, being as we can change our clocks depending on what part of the year it is but, it must be so very important because we base our every day lives on a round face.  Tick tick, timing our every decision, ticking time bombs we all are.  Ticking and pushing and pulling us all into the same space.  A space where emptiness and longing for anything but, is prominent.  Time is here; time is us.  Time and space, both made without hands.  Both holding more above our heads than what we hold inside of them.  Inside of our hearts, swimming through our veins.  Time and space, both without welcome, come every hour, leaving the next, filling our bodies with concern, anxiety and relief.  Space, allowing us the ability to rest, weep and strive.  
Alone, time creating the extra essence, giving us the opportunity to dissolve while waiting to decide who is worth all the time you have in this world because,
     shouldn't I live before I set off on the journey of death?
                        - S. Mia