the clock ticks

As I stare at the clock, the second hand moves. As morning fades into night, and night fades into day, days pass and the crosses in the 2011 calender increase. Strange, isn't it, how time passes so quickly when you dont want it to. The wonders of technology will never overcome pure physical barriers. Nothing's gonna be the same again, no matter what happens. I think no one really believes how true and evident this fear is for me right now. They either think i'm just kidding about the whole thing or that there's no way i'll put everything here down and just leave. So i dont even talk about it anymore. When the time comes, if it comes, i'll just pick up my bags, say goodbye, and walk away knowing no one cared.