White Room (11/23/22)
white room (11/23/22)
second 9
i am stuck in a clock whose both hands are broken.
while the shortest one stays at 12:00, the longer moves forward.
stasis, constance, eternity.
there is nothing. i am nothing.
the minutes drive me insane, yet i am nothing without them.
does change, constitute something?
does change define me?
will the clock begin to tick once more?
i see that my arms begin to move in place of the clock hands.
that's not how it was supposed to work. that's not how i planned it.
my time will never let me be. so i'll let it be me.
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