Thief by Phedre

Like a thief, time stealthily creeps through our existence, pausing at moments for us to realize it is passing. Baited breath, counted heartbeats, the world stills for this moment. Fear of capture wracking our souls with the torment of stillness. Will not this moment pass, to let us continue on in this traitorous trek? Still our hearts are bound it the sorrow of time's swiftest/slowest passage. When years seem like minutes, and we look back on a life, ordinary, with achievements measured in breaths rather than mountains climbed. Time never seems to go by at just the right speed, too fast, too slow. Never standing still long enough for those moments when we want it to freeze forever.