Time is reality.
It’s a countdown to the end of the day
To the end of the month
To the end of the year.
It is a countdown to the deadlines we have to meet
To the days we have to remember
To the days we have to forget
To the days that are our last.
It is not an illusion as people say it is.
It is as real as the strands of your hair.
As tangible as the pencil that you hold.
It is as frightening as The Hooded One as well.
For do you not think they are one in the same?