Time’s on mine .
“We all float down here.” Eventually. Even the ones who swore they’d never come back.
Because here’s the secret they don’t tell you about fear: pennywise about time
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.
Tick-tock, little child. Tick-tock, old man. Time’s not on your side. Time’s on mine
Time doesn’t heal wounds down here. It ripens them.
Here’s a hard-hitting, atmospheric post written in the voice of — focusing on time, fear, and inevitability. Post Title: Tick-Tock, Float-Float Because here’s the secret they don’t tell you
You’re not running out of time. You’re running toward it.
— Eternal. Patient. Starving. Want me to adjust the tone (more playful, more poetic, or shorter for Instagram/Twitter)?