Time, it ticks by.
Click
Click
Every hour, passing slowly. Passing fast when I don’t look. Now days it’s all I have to look at. The clock on the wall. It was a gift from a dear friend from not that long ago. I’ve kept it. I could bear to get myself to throw it away.
Click
Click
At least I’ll always be able to keep track of the time. Only a minute behind. Hands slowly following each other in a series of never ending circles. Day in, day out. Never really going anywhere. Stuck in place, but always still moving.
Sometimes, late at night, when darkness falls and the city goes to sleep.
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I think.
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About what I plan to do with my life, but the answer is always. “I don’t know” I have never known. It strikes me now, that I still don’t. Even as my life nears an end. I wasted it. 20 years on earth and I have nothing to my name.
click
click
And here the clicking comes back again.
Its a count down. At least to me it is. Tomorrow my 24 hours will be up.
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