Time no go

How do you survive?
Through the day when each minute takes an hour to destroy itself. An afternoon that creeps sluggishly in dying breaths, slowly unravels itself into nothing new.
When morning began this morning, it took a long pause, as if steadying its breath into a giant exhale of a finishing day, wheezing out a small few minutes after a drumroll falling flat into a steady clock.
Every time I stare at the time, it feels frozen in suspended animation refusing to bulge forward.