Just now, sitting here, while my heart speeds up and my brain sinks deeper and deeper in trickle thoughts, I fear time. Again. I sometimes wish we, I , didn't need to worry about it. I wish my heart, my chest, my lungs were made of velcro, that I could simply detach from my body when they feel heavy, as they do. Or maybe a 'peel-off' version, that you could buy in shops once you've ran out. Maybe science is too worried about trivial things like space, we have enough troubles here on Earth. Get me some detachable organs.
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