My Poems And Short Stories

Timetravel

You know that when you're
Panicking
Time doesn't exist.
The hours fly by in complete
Chaos,
Unknown until you are
Calm
Once again.
Midnight turns to 3 a.m.
3 a.m turns to
Dawn.
Dawn turns to daybreak.
It is kind of like
Time travel,
But you can't think or
Breathe.
You have no control.
I always picture that I am
In a spaceship
Flying through the
Universe.
Time never
Slows down.