Time: Pennywise About

They all think they have time. That’s the first lie I let them keep.

“We all float down here.” Eventually. Even the ones who swore they’d never come back.

You check your watch. You mark the days until summer ends, until the holidays, until you're “old enough” to be safe. Down here, in the dark and the wet, there is no clock. There is only the now — and the now is hungry. pennywise about time

You think because you’re taller now, faster now, smarter now, that you’ve escaped the crawl space of your childhood. Oh, honey. Time didn’t save you. It just made the fall sweeter. Every birthday candle is a countdown. Every New Year’s Eve is a promise to me .

Tick-tock, little child. Tick-tock, old man. Time’s not on your side. They all think they have time

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

Because here’s the secret they don’t tell you about fear: Even the ones who swore they’d never come back

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