Time is relative, and time can be short.

When you are waiting for a bus, time can be a burden.

When you are completing work, stressed out, looking at the clock, counting down to your deadline, time can be your enemy.

When you decide today is the day and you strap the concrete weights to your feet and jump; time is your friend, it will be over soon.

Struggling under the water, holding your breath, but knowing that you’ll have to breathe soon; but that’s okay, time is nearly up.

Sinking to the bottom, only to surface in an air pocket, a micro-haven, held for an untold period under the sea, time is a grievance.

Time to think.

To change your mind.

You don’t want to die.

But you’re stuck and unable to escape.

Time is not on your side anymore.

Time is up.