Time

Fucking Time Man.
I found a way to avoid it.
But it takes two.
And it takes a whole lot more than just two bodies.
It takes two souls and an infinite amount of carefree and imagination.
It's like a fucking race, and I know I said I wouldn't swear but my god, time's running after me and there's nothing I can do because I'm fighting it alone, and so is everyone else.
Everyone is fighting alone, when we could be fighting together, and instead of being destroyed by time, we could destroy it. Temporarily.
If that.
I want, oh what do I want. I want it to stop, I want to fall asleep and live in a world where nothing matters, and everything is livid and lucid.
I sound crazy, but they're just my thoughts. I just want to run away from my body, become someone else, while still keeping parts of me.
There are parts of me that time has used and abused, and now I'm worn out and torn apart. They say that time heals, but it's not true. The soul heals.