Sad Things For Sad Days

Time Is Meaningless

I refuse to glance at the clock,

see the small metal poles move tick by tick.

I refuse to let the movement of time taunt me,

allow it to laugh in my face like it always seems to do.

I sit alone on the floor doing nothing as time passes by.

The sky grows darker.

The sun beams fade away into the nothingness I wish to join.

The moon visits me like it always seems to do,

it being the only one to visit me constantly, to listen to me always talk,

to always be there for me.

The stars shine,

being faraway rocks that we push all our dreams and hopes on,

I assume they feel a lot of pressure.

I wonder if thats why they fall.

But even as all these things pass,

as the sky becomes overcast

and the tears of the clouds fall,

I still doubt time.

I don't feel time.

I don't understand it,

without human existence,

time would as well cease to exist.

Its a concept only developed by us to have a better understanding of the world.

So I doubt time really exists,

and likewise,

it doesn't matter much to me.

It doesn't matter

if I use all of it starting at these same floorboards.

I feel nothing passing if I don't look at that horrible clock.

So I refuse to look at it.

I just stare at these floorboards.

I watch as the sun moves

and the clouds cry

and the moon visits

and the stars fall.

I whisper my secrets and thoughts into the air,

letting them fly away

just all other words do.

I allow my eyelids to close whenever they feel like their being to weighed down.

I let the images of things I haven't seen in a while pass before me.

I wake up when those images turn sour, when they decide to torture me

just like time has decided to,

like the concept of life has decided to.

So I wake up and stare at the floor again, refusing to look at the time.

Maybe one day I'll have to courage to go and break it?