My Heart's Clock Is Broken

chapter 1

Our bodies travel through life, but our souls continue after life. My clock has already started, but my time is lost. It means nothing to me, nor my heart. To time, Love is nothing; but to Love, time is everything. My clock hands move, but my recollection of were they are, is nowhere, I don't have love, so time is nothing.

October 27, 2011, My heart's clock broke. Cancer, destroyer of families, and bringer of death, took something. thirteen or fifty I know what a broken "clock" Looks like, but unlike most thirteen year olds, I know what it feels like. The bitter guilt, when laying in bed at night. The depression and hate for death. I experience the pain every night, but to most eyes, my clock looks as if it was ticking on. My clock, shattered and pieced back together ticks, slow and bitterly. it's cogs spin grinding each other, they twist freely no longer; for my heart was once full, now it is cracked, and the clock hardly fits.