time. oh yes the wonderful yet fatal non-matter. oh how i wish how i could write you a letter. a letter that states all the disgusting sadness i had felt emotionally during your present reign. i'll just keep it here for safekeeping. seeing that most likely you wouldn't be able to read this anytime soon, i'll just keep it in the archives. anyway here goes:

dear time,
yes life sucks as always because of you. ever since my realization of my surroundings, i've always despised you. no matter how many different ways i look at a situation, the evidence always seems to lead to you. why, i ask you, is that all happenings are devised by your dark craftmanship. purposefully, you just have to do these wicked deeds so as to lighten your burden. before you do these things, there is an immense pressure on yourself, flattening you out. after you cause someone depression, everything just disappears.

of course, the terms before and after don't apply to you. you are the one who manufactures this imaginary product and obviously excuse yourself from this regular torment. everyone down here on earth is burdened by your evil merchandise. we struggle each day to keep our faces from sagging due to prolonged exposure to you. death will come soon enough once you happen to decide to stop delivering yourself to them.

wishing that i enter the heavenly realms so as to run from my imprisonment seems like wishful thinking now that i have realised it doesn't work that way. i've noticed that you, God, don't have to use time. you live free from this fiendish being. if i were to ask you to remove him from this world, you would most likely not. obviously living in your time-free would scramble 0ur brain's reasoning. only a person who uses more than 50% of his brain would be able to comprehend such paradoxical environments. human beings would never reach beyond the 7% barrier. at least not for my generation.

even entities with no spiritual matter inside have to succumb to your government. why, let the ones with no ability to think be free and us, imprisoned, instead of both having to be led by you. the showers of rain, they fall on the ground. only you, who does not stretch out empathy, allows them to aimlessly, repeatedly, drive themselves into the soil. the leaves on the trees await their destiny on the ground as a yellow crumbled matter. the eerie music of death trains through my ears.
you do realise that you're killing at least one person every second. ah yes, seconds. the tick tock of life, it counts downwards. no matter where i turn, you'll find me.

the previous week that you have employed was quite a change though. i thought that i would not be able to quite handle the ups and downs of that, but proving me wrong must have been quite a hard task since you have almost never done this to anybody. i guess thanking you would be quite appropriate, and since you've been employed by God himself, thanking God would be the norm. i guess i've covered everything.

hopefully you'll lighten up and not blissfully throw lightning bolts at passers-by.
hopefully you'll even give me an extra 5 minutes to see loved ones fade away.
hopefully you'll realise that one day you'll disappear into the vaccuum of the black hole.

nathan.