Sinful Minds

Echo

Time ticked slowly on the clock that hung from the wall. The ticks of the clock echoed in the empty room. An irritated female voice echoed through the air vents.

Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass...it's learning to dance in the rain.

"You always say that. I just need you to tell me about your thoughts."

No thank you. It's all about to go down. It's on it's way. Remember that the pain and sorrow can wait till tomorrow!

"Yes, but what is on its way?"

Crawling through the vents, between rooms. It went from the corner and made its way here. Crawling and tapping.

"I'm not sure I understand."

Me neither. It's been such a long time since I got here. When did I get here?

"Four years ago."

Yes, yes. I know. In the late twentieth-century...

"What? No. You got he-"

I know! I know! It's just a good time. For all the time in the world, I would trade it for time without it.

"Okay. I don't understand. I just want to know what you're thoughts are at this moment!"

Well...you should know that time doesn't pass as fast for me anymore. Another year before I'm able to leave.

"Dear, you know you can't leave next year."

I wasn't talking to you.