I really don’t agree with time. Well, I don’t like it. I don’t like that at our very best we’ll be here 100 years or so, and more than half of that is just surviving. We live for a handful of years, only a handful of years we wake up in a mood for adventure. I don’t like how time makes feelings change. I don’t accept that once I was in love and now I have to let it go. I don’t like not being able to go back to those nights I see so vividly in my memory every time I try and fall asleep. I can remember the smell, I can hear your voice but I can’t feel your touch. I don’t like how often I live in my head, in the past. If I’m lucky I’ll live a while more, but in the end how long was I truly living. I mean I’m living in the love I don’t have anymore. I really don’t agree with time.