Passing Seconds

It seemed as if time had slowed almost unbearingly. How strange that the clock still ticked away by each passing
second.  Lost as I was, I still found an easy path within my dreams. It was the only place I knew time was true. It would
not be long before a page of my dream was creased so that I could wander again sometime later. The sun burned my
face, but I couldn't muster the will to move. What shall I do once I had left the comfort of my bed, but to stare at the clock
again and listen to the silence surrounding me. The time line kept adding the dates, but I could not fathom it ever ending.
A rain came adding to the excitement of the day, but only would it last nothing more but minutes. It would end, and I
would be waiting again. What might you ask what I was waiting for, well I could not answer your question so simply for I
haven't the slightest clue. All I could do was wait until I could not hear the ticking of the clock, and was following that path
in my dream again. The sun would burn my face again as it did everyday, and I would be listening to the clock's passing
seconds once more.




                                                          -July 25, 2011 -