Time slows down when I look up at the sky and see the clouds floating by.
Time speeds up when I get on a roller coaster and scream on the inverted loops until my voice goes hoarse.
Time slows down when I sit reading a book before the start of class.
Time speeds up when I think of all the things I need to do.
Time slows down when I close my eyes and breath in the clean air as a breeze tickles my face.
Time speeds up when I sing and dance along to the music on a Friday night, all alone in my room.
Time slows down when I gaze out the window and take in the natural beauty of my surroundings.
Time speeds up when I'm taking a test and have 10 questions to answer in only 6 minutes.
Time slows down when I sit at a wooden table with my elbows propped up, holding a warm cup of hot chocolate and taking that first miraculous sip.
Time speeds up at the thought of talking in front of a crowd full of judging people.
Time slows down when I'm talking with you, when I look into your eyes for a brief half a second and everything seems to pass by so sleepily.
Time speeds up whenever you ask me a question, because I never want to give you an answer that you don't like, that I don't like, or that doesn't express my being.
Time slows down when we sit at a table or on the bed reading poetry together.
Time speeds up when I'm distracted with things to do -things that distract me from thinking of you.
Time slows down every time when I stare up at ceiling at 3 in the morning while the sound of rain gently hitting the roof calms my heart.
Time speeds up when she yells at me, when she tells me I don't do anything right, until there's no more time to do anything.
Time slows down when I cry myself to sleep far after I turn off the lights and the sound of her snoring tells me I'm safe from being heard.
Time speeds up when I run so fast, for so long that I forget to breath, and then I collapse.
Time slows down when I contemplate the meaning of life, the meaning of my life.
Time continues on long after I fall asleep with wet cheeks and a bundle of blankets wrapped around my torso.
Time stops every time I'm alone with my thoughts, when they drift and wander to what it would be like to feel the sunshine on my face as I lay in an open field with you, talking about nothing and everything until we decide to go back home.
It stops when I think of what my life could have been if I had'nt met you, what it is now, and what it could be.
It stops when my heart skips a beat.
Don't ask why, but it does, and just like time, sometimes it stops.