surviving the storm

watch

where do we go
as we fall apart in tiny pieces
drifting away, breaking down little by little
like molecules dissolving one by one
I feel so small
the more I diminish
I tend to lose track of everything
where did the years go?
where did I go?
I'm such little time, it feels as if I am alone and cold
I feel myself lying in the green grass
watching the clouds come and go
Slowly, harshly yet gently
my clothes gave grown dirty
Laying in the moist soil
I'm not even hyperventilating anymore
I am a stone
Grown cold by a world
I was not ready to live in
As I watch everyone grow and nurture
I stay here buried
Standing still, as time passes by.

- a clock that doesn't tell time