Time Bomb

Tick...

Tick...


The clock ticks its way down. Slowly. The ticks are almost comforting, it's monotony almost soothing to the soul.

Almost...almost.

A look at the timer. The time shrinks ever smaller.

You desperately want to stop it. Throw it out of the window, run away, cover yourself with anything and everything within reach.

With reach itself.

You know it's coming. You know that the timer will go on counting. Until it counts no more.

Until there is no more.

And there is nothing you can do about it.

Tick...

Tick...

Comments

morning glory said…
is this because of your reluctance to wake up in the mornings or something? haha.
Fikri said…
To William: Err...no. :>
Gin&Tonic said…
Hey Fikri, impressive blog :) better than mine at least hehe... keep up the writing, it's interesting what u come up with. take care!
KL said…
Er Fikri, why do you have to remind us of that inevitable day when the clock will continue on ticktocking, timer will continue on buzzing, but there will be no one to stop :-(?
Fikri said…
To Jess: So you should be :>

To YJ: Didn't even know you have a blog. All this time... :>

To KL: Am not sure what to say :> I'm just using the time as an analogy for something that I know is coming, but no matter what I do or say, I can't avoid it.