Time
by: classic violet

edited: december 10th/'06

Trying to turn back the clock
as it goes:
tick-tock,
at midnight. Calmed silence, the wind blows agains the window.

Eerie.

Sit here, surrounded by infinite molecules and layers of dust
swirling through the air.

Breathe.

Books piled high, into the sky.
Living in a fictional reality.

Dread the inescable movement of
the past
the present
and
the future.

Unstoppable.

Always moving foward,
never backward,
never being able to re-live
disasters or instances which brought
the utmost contentment.

Moments.

Trying to catch up to the present,
when the mind is forever living in the past.

Unable to run
forward into
life.