Time’s on mine .
They all think they have time. That’s the first lie I let them keep.
You’re not running out of time. You’re running toward it. pennywise about time
You check your watch. You mark the days until summer ends, until the holidays, until you're “old enough” to be safe. Down here, in the dark and the wet, there is no clock. There is only the now — and the now is hungry.
Because here’s the secret they don’t tell you about fear: Time’s on mine
“We all float down here.” Eventually. Even the ones who swore they’d never come back.
Here’s a hard-hitting, atmospheric post written in the voice of — focusing on time, fear, and inevitability. Post Title: Tick-Tock, Float-Float You’re not running out of time
You think because you’re taller now, faster now, smarter now, that you’ve escaped the crawl space of your childhood. Oh, honey. Time didn’t save you. It just made the fall sweeter. Every birthday candle is a countdown. Every New Year’s Eve is a promise to me .
