Time I Hate You

Time I Hate You I love to Hate You. You are too late, too early, too fixed, too fluid, too much, too little, too… I need you. I want more of you. I can’t stand they way you use me, I should be using you. I want to hug you, sometimes. The perfection of your second hand, The slim line of the small, yet important fixed soul mate. One is not the same without the other. Much like those we touch, much like those we remember, or wish that we could meet. Time, I hate YOU! I love YOU! I hate to love you, and love to hate you! A measured amount, only “He” knows. Some a lifetime, Others only a heartbeat. Precious, measurable, and immeasurable. Forever.