Time Won't Stop

Time Won't Stop

By David S Nicholson

June 3, 2026

The room is cold but I have a deep desire to sit here nude and free from the expectations of a society that refuses to understand and is only willing to see through polluted eyes what it is like to be free in your own body.

Calmly I sit and listen to the endless traffic on the 2 busy streets near me and I wonder where they are all rushing to go and who they are leaving behind to be there and if they feel the departure from those they love.

The sky is always in motion but as I watch it, it is a solid grey that seems to be still like I am, yet it never stops moving. In my mind I remember that we are always moving in time and space, even while we sit still and try not to be washed down the road by this world people have created.

I wonder why they don't understand the desire to be free in your own nudity and free from the shackles of this harsh and judgemental world we have built on the broken dreams of the dying moments of childhood.

I desire to be sitting in the warm evening air summer by a campfire with like-minded nude people and drink a cold beer and feel the air moving past me. I long for those days of nudist camping. I long to be free of this broken body and the restraints of an unthinking society.

I realize that all is in decay, not just my broken body,but the world,and in fact the universe. All of creation, all of reality is slowly, oh so slowly, moving toward no longer existing. Nothing is forever and when the memories of things and people are finally lost to time, they no longer are in reality, they are in the endless void.

I can't remember the dreams of the child I once was anymore. I can't see the wonders of a boy that was once loved by a family that no longer holds a place in this so-called society. The hopes of futures to come. The dream of what I will be, is lost to time and never came to be a reality for me.

I want to play with Pusheen now as my body reacts badly to the cold air I feel. The boiler is off and it is 15C in my apartment. I am not comfortable, but I refuse the clothing of this even colder society. It is just Pusheen and me, as I walk around holding her before me and pretend she is supper kitty. Ahhhh, there is the child, at least for a moment - to be free of the reality of this broken body, of poverty, of depression and anxiety- to just at play in my mind once again.

Soon it is back to the world and the sadness of all human suffering landing on my shoulders. Soon it is the need to eat, the need to be an adult again. The worries of money and an aging body roll back into my mind and Pusheen goes back to her special place and I go back to my chair and watch the endless grey sky moving without my seeing it, yet I feel it moving. The sounds of those people rushing come back in focus and I feel lost and alone for a time.

I will text my friend and I will chat of better days and memories we share. And in a more adult way, escape the harsh reality of decay and the never ending flow of time.