time. time terrifies me.
the clicking clock on the wall haunts me on my worst nightmares.
it shows that time is passing, that life is going on, whether i like it or not.
and i'm still sitting here, frightened by a clock hand.
so much can happen in just a single second. it's so short and yet a life could change in a brief moment.
i keep looking at the clock, hoping that maybe, if i focus on it enough, time could stop, but it never does.
minute by minute, day by day.
i'm just a small dot on an infinite timeline.
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Bad poetry at 2a.m.
ПоезіяSome thoughts can be scary sometimes, and that's the most interesting thing about our minds. we're able to scare ourselves just by producing thoughts. This is a small collection of poems that i wrote when my brain felt like it was on fire and stuck...
