Tick...Tock

It's like trying to predict when it will erupt, down to the exact moment in time it will happen.

There's signs under the surface, tremors...steam, that give out this eerie feeling that something big is brewing.

The days are ticking, and it almost seems I just opened my eyes in the morning...when in reality it's time to close them again at night. I am running, I am thinking, and I am trying.

I am nervous about the clock reaching 00:00, then it all explodes. The countdown until then does not give any sign of slowing down, and my question is:

When it happens, when the most frightful sight you've beheld finally reaches past the boiling point and the day of doom is finally here...

Will you be here hugging me tight, holding me up?

"O Do Not Love Too Long"

Sweetheart, do not love too long:
I loved long and long,
And grew to be out of fashion
Like an old song.

All through the years of our youth
Neither could have known
Their own thought from the other's,
We were so much at one.

But O, in a minute she changed -
O do not love too long,
Or you will grow out of fashion
Like an old song.

~ William B. Yeats