Introduction: Time is not medicine, it is poison. It is killing me, no, it is killing us, killing people all over the world, killing my friends, relatives, and loved ones. It is forcing me every moment, and I am almost suffocating. Life is limited, and feelings are limited, so short. Someone told me that you should take pictures at any time, no matter beautiful or ugly, because that is when you are the youngest, and that is the only moment you can capture time. Although it is fake and will fade, I still do it tirelessly.
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of death, I'm afraid of the death of my loved ones. The fear in my heart makes me more and more afraid of the passage of time. I feel powerless, probably because of time.