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...
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
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.