Tick away

The hands of time...

Somewhere in the distance I can hear the slow, rhythm. The thud, one after one after one, uniform sound, never changing or skipping. The tick ...tock...tick...tock...tick ...tock. That clock a constant reminder of time spent, time wasted and time gone by.

I lay in the darkness. Eyes wide open, I lay silently. My breathing in sync with that lazy clock. Every beat, every dull note reminding me that I am not yet alseep, yet it is the upmost thought it my mind and the lone desire I hold deeply right now. I ache to sleep, I'm tired.

If I were to stop the tick, I could hold time in my hands, turn it back and maybe... maybe things could be different.

The End

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