NaPoWriMo - 9

I was car-doored, and splattered like eggs at the bottom of the bag. Time isn't a yard stick. It keeps pushing me around. I want to pull at it, tug its hair, and send it spinning like a top. I was wearing yellow underwear and you were wearing mint socks. I am wearing yellow underwear and you are wearing mint socks. I will be wearing yellow underwear and you will be wearing mint socks. Time doesn't pass like a tree by a train. It passes more like air you breathe, over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and