You’re not running out of time. You’re running toward it.
You check your watch. You mark the days until summer ends, until the holidays, until you're “old enough” to be safe. Down here, in the dark and the wet, there is no clock. There is only the now — and the now is hungry. pennywise about time
And when the lights flicker… when the drain gurgles… when you feel that cold breath on the back of your neck at 3:33 AM… That’s not nostalgia. That’s me, checking my pocket watch. You’re not running out of time
Time’s on mine .
I’ve watched you grow. I watched you scrape your knee in ’87. I watched you lock your bedroom door at thirteen. I watched you convince yourself the monster under the bed was just a nightmare. That was me . Laughing. Waiting. You mark the days until summer ends, until