“The straps were worn out, and it stopped ticking a few hours ago, the minute murmuring to its last stroke at midnight.
It was 31st December.
It slipped from my wrist, and I didn't notice the silence that followed.
Lately, it seems the world reminds me of the time;
my coffee sits cold and forgotten, minutes chilling in its depths,
and I stay in the same spot for hours,
watching the sky bleed from blue to fiery orange to a velvety indigo.
The watch died, yet the hours continue their quiet march.”
(Ps : i can't comprehend where'd all the time go, like it feels like it was just yesterday when it was new year?! at least that's how I felt writing this rough draft)
