Stitch in Time
The possibilities are endless. With every step the options fan out like a pantone color palette waiting for the perfect combination of blue and ivory to be paired.
With the infinite options come the brain shattering fullness of migraines that beat back hunger, fear, excitement, resentment, joy, lust, whelm, and balance. Evey step through a new door crams yet another alternative into a jam-packed future. My future’s so bright, I gotta wear shades.
Brightness and hue are only the frick and frack, not the body of time. Corporeally explained time does very little to support anything other than the blatant lack of time. Whiz bang stumble and fall, time will catch you up and call you out.
I don’t have to worry though, soon enough I will have more than enough time, perhaps too much time.