The clock no longer ticks-
it breathes.
Each breath a reminder
that time does not pass,
it lingers.
The year carved itself
into the walls of your mind
like wind shapes stone-
not with force,
......
The clock no longer ticks-
it breathes.
Each breath a reminder
that time does not pass,
it lingers.
The year carved itself
into the walls of your mind
like wind shapes stone-
not with force,
......