Where does the time go?
Spinning around the dials.
Tick,tick goes the time bomb. The nothingness. The trials.
My eyes are fixed upon those ambiguous edges that move like lies from our lips as we watch the world burn from our ledges.
One second at a time, but we move as sludge.
Where has the time gone?
Picking flowers in the beauty of the day.
Before anything mattered aside from how our bodies swayed in the winds, or before we could comprehend the ways that life made us gasp for air.
The space in our lives where the grip of a hand meant we were apart of someone. Something. A monument bigger than ourselves. A Goliath that cradles our innocence with soft tones and gentle glares.
Where did the minutes go?
Those sixty ticks that stopped in thin air.
My blood startled by Medusa's stare.
Freezing my life while watching that heart beat out of those mirrors of beauty as our lips touch for the first time.
Before blemishes of embarrassment relinquished themselves from our skin, or even before we have no cares in the world more than what sounded good right in that moment.
Have the seconds eluded us?
The morsels of being that define us.
Those simple answers that construct the architecture of the future. "yes, no, I do, I can't, I won't".
One blink and it's gone to dust.
The clock mesmerizes me.
How few of those ticks actually mattered.
Actually gave the muscle in my chest a reason to pit-patter for something real.
Our lives become echos of that tick as steal runs systematically over numbers.
Just listen...
Those moments crash into your soul.
Filling every hole, or fuzzy patch of your memory with flowers, that grip of that hand, or the taste of those glorious lips.
Those hips swaying in the wind without a care in the universe.
The "yes, no, I do, I can't, and I won'ts".
Breath it in.
Make your clock worth it.
When the reaper calls, that clock on the wall will tick, tick into the future.
Will you?
