Mine is the mind that always fights against time and when in two minds about it, (one which would doubt it) the other one gives me the strength to carry on the fight.
A day might come and I might give in, leave the living, but I can't imagine that happening soon.
Difficult.
even when standing my ground the hands on the clock seem to race faster around the dial and though that ****** me off no end I smile because time's really a friend and I am in need of one, time is ideal as one and I am as one with it.