I knew how much I needed to write.

To express.

To hold on to one thought.

To get it down on paper.

To review it.

To rewrite it.

To reinvent a part of myself in the process.

To eventually share it.

To just break free and write.

Sometimes I get carried away.

When I feel like the writing should be better.

That it could be better.

That it would be better if only I had more time.

But I have no more time.

Neither do you.

Don't be blind to the illusion of time.

Sometimes I awake to find that I write just to stop time.

Even for a second.