Time's rushing. Life goes faster than it seems. It leaks like water between your fingers, we do not even notice when it's over. The clock is ticking...
Tik... toc... Tik... toc...
The cigarette quietly goes out in the palm of your hand. Little flame quickly turns into smoke. There is no fire from the ash.
Tic. Toc. Tic. Toc.
A drop of blood is lost in the pool of water, creating dissolving abstract patterns. It slowly disapears, you can't believe that it wos there.
Tik toc tik toc
Why do we remember the past, not the future? Why do we know what happened and not what's going to be?
Toc tik toc tik
In the puddle of water, appear red bands, they gather at one point, becoming one drop, which, contrary to gravity, rises higher and higher. He goes back to the wound.
Toc. Tic. Toc. Tic.
Ashes of the ash begin to glow, after a while the first flame appears.
Toc... Tik ... Toc... Tik ...
Time slows down. Life ends and begins again. The clock tip stops. Slowly begins to reverse. Second, two seconds. Old man. Three. Adult. Tyka faster and faster. Minute, fifteen. Teenager, kid. Hour. The newborn ... breaks the twelfth. Someone is banging on the door. I wake up.
The clock is ticking. Until he is short of strength.
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ParanormalThe loud sound echoes in my skull. Sound of silence... Quiet. For a moment I think I hear a slow tick of the clock in the rythm of beating my heart. Tik.. Toc... My eyes are flashing at the crazy look of animalistic stare that have gotten out of the...
