lingering just behind my eyelids

I don't think men should hate time but I'm saying that in a youthful state while I got this little thing called invincibility pulsing through my veins. I hate time regardless of what I think and I'm saying that because invincibility is as much a construct of my mind as time is. It's a race against the clock, so far I'm winning but I've started tripping over my own limbs.

I swear Christmas was a week ago.

I was born yesterday, graduated an hour ago, lived in California just a second ago, I swear.

I opened my eyes for the first time this very instant.

Time isn't slipping away, just me.