should we be more solicitous about the earth spinning too fast

should we be more solicitous about the earth spinning too fast or is this just another thursday?

there are 86,400 seconds in a day 

time is a storage unit. 
it’s my healer, 
my protector. 
it’s anything but science, 
in sooth. 

the earth is spinning faster 
like they always swore it wouldn’t 
and so of course 
i feel as if i’m running out of time. 

i look up how many seconds does it take to say ‘i love you’ 
in case the meter runs out before i do so. 

there are an innumerable amount of books i haven’t read 
and a boundless amount of sunrises i haven’t watched. 

time is gripping onto my throat 
how are any of us still breathing? 
i wonder if i can make up for lost time by telling the truth. 
by that i mean i love you. 

i think the world must be ending and what do i have to show for it?
the bed is unmade, 
there are clothes on the floor
and shit! the blinds to the window are still broken. 

i still have letters to write and i can’t stop looking at twitter 
i have people to hug and there’s a package in my mailbox 

i’m still acting on impulse and changing my mind 
i have more to say and why am i talking so loud? 

but honey, i love you, just in case we’re really running out of time.