Time: Pennywise About

Tick-tock, little child. Tick-tock, old man. Time’s not on your side.

— Eternal. Patient. Starving. Want me to adjust the tone (more playful, more poetic, or shorter for Instagram/Twitter)?

Time doesn’t heal wounds down here. It ripens them. pennywise about time

And when the lights flicker… when the drain gurgles… when you feel that cold breath on the back of your neck at 3:33 AM… That’s not nostalgia. That’s me, checking my pocket watch.

Time’s on mine .

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.

They all think they have time. That’s the first lie I let them keep. Tick-tock, little child

Here’s a hard-hitting, atmospheric post written in the voice of — focusing on time, fear, and inevitability. Post Title: Tick-Tock, Float-Float