asking for Time to stop

shitty things happen. and they happen to good people. life's so not fair, as a cliche/anthem for the angst ridden youth, as i remember those days too, takes on different meanings as i travel further on this journey of life and living. earlier, i told one of my best friends, my ading, my Sister, that sometimes all you can do is just to keep going... cuz in the end, that's what time keeps doing too... just keeps going.

but look at it this way, TIME doesn't have any emotions. it can't feel. time is a self-serving muther fucker who doesn't give one bunny crap about how crappy your day is going, or the reason why your late for class is that you were stuck in traffic on Elk Grove Florin because some stupid shit ran a red-light into the yellow beat-up Kia which held a 19-year-old mom rushing to drop off her baby to her grandma's house cuz she's running late for her own LIFE to provide for her little one's. time is the fuk'd up "friend" who asks you how your day is going and looks at you with the blank stare with the self-reflecting mirror in his own eyes asking himself, "me, what's next on my schedule? me, who do i have to do next? me, why am i here listening to someone not talk about me?" time is like the roman soldier that keeps moving forward after slicing up poor souls in his army's path. He moves with one thud of a step in front of another ignoring the blood of his victim that's been dried out in between the cracks of skin made that way by a swealtering heat that suffocates even the slightest question of "what time is it"?

To make things worse, this BEAST that uses the moniker of Time, won't even take a break to enjoy the laughter of a baby as a Lolo sings in Bisayan the same song which has been handed down from generation over mountain over the Pacific to a little house in the 916. Time is the bastard that doesn't even say "Congratulations!" to the person who stands on a stage fulfilling a lifetime goal. not even a "Great Job" or "I'm proud of you" is in Time's vernacular. Just a fuckin' pink ass bunny beating a bass drum on his belly like he's beating his furry little dick as he just keeps on going... and going. I just want to take off your whack-ass shades and yell, "STOP... and listen."

"why do you have to keep moving like the river? like the wind? like droplets of rain from heaven on a december day? like my thoughts of wanting time to stop. stop just for one second to THANK God for everything He has given me. Time, can you stop just long enough for me to say a prayer for my friends and their families. And, Time? Can you hold up a sec for me to catch my breath, close my eyes, and know that in this one moment of your presence, that NO ONE is hurting?"