August 18thAugust 18, 2009 So much to do, so little time. Theres a reason it became a phrase. Theres never enough time, though the clock ticks steady and slow like the beat of my heart in my chest-something that goes on forever, it seems Yet I know Forever only lasts as long as you can mouth the words Have you ever lain restless in bed, staring at nothing through the heavy darkness as the shadowy silhouettes of your furniture loom at the corners of your eyes like silent sentries, and you strain to hear something, anything in the darkness? And you hear something, a muffled staccato something as you draw the sheets close. It