The time I have left to write this post is 6 minutes.
Time used to be abundant before, but now, I am refrained from this timely freedom that I used to have.
I've come to clearly think how clever Einstein was with finding how relative time was.
How elastic it is to become so scarce as is now.
There is a reason why I'm writing.
Time is now deficient enough I'm willing to write about it.
It's because of this restriction that I forebodingly came to know that time is this scarce.
Time is too short.
Likewise, time is too long.
I still have 13 months left to be freed again.
How I should stand this is an anguished mystery.
I can't stand 6 minutes, as well as I can't stand 13 months.
Defending the country's boarder manipulates how long time is.
How ironic I am in front of time.