Time
I can stare at the word until it no longer looks like a word, till it's letters look ill placed and ill fitting. But it doesn't give me any more of it.

Time
I can sit here for hours dreaming of different ways to fill it or pass it. But it doesn't give me more of it.

Time
I can listing to each tick as it passes, slowing it down to an almost dreadful standstill. But it doesn't give me more of it.

Time