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 think because you’re taller now, faster now, smarter now, that you’ve escaped the crawl space of your childhood. Oh, honey. Time didn’t save you. It just made the fall sweeter. Every birthday candle is a countdown. Every New Year’s Eve is a promise to me . pennywise about time
You’re not running out of time. You’re running toward it. And when the lights flicker… when the drain
Time doesn’t heal wounds down here. It ripens them. Oh, honey
Tick-tock, little child. Tick-tock, old man. Time’s not on your side.
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.
— Eternal. Patient. Starving. Want me to adjust the tone (more playful, more poetic, or shorter for Instagram/Twitter)?