We're all little kids, clueless to our words as we build sand castles in our brain. But that annoying, oh-so indulgent, incessant TICKING sound kept a frame of time in my head. The ticking destroyed my concentration- it was a beautiful sand castle, the kind with a cute little red flag on top- and the sand swept over my emotions, clouding my judgment with granules of a lifeless loser.
I wanted to take that thing and SMASH IT. Destroy the holding cells of time altogether I wanted to keep building, keep being that clueless little kid I was, but no. The incessant TICKING sound got louder. It buzzed in my ear. And I knew that it was then ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yes... I stopped it like that on purpose.
XxFragmented_RealityxX · Tue Sep 29, 2009 @ 02:43am · 0 Comments |