Slowly, ever painfully slowly the clock ticked. It never stopped. It just kept going. Always, and forever. But it had a reason to keep going, right? If it didn't why did it go?
But why did it keep going?
Did it mean to taunt?
Does it mean to break the silence?
I stared up at the ceiling. Still blank, still white. The birds sang outside. It was just too normal.
What was the point? Why did every thing look so calm?
The world wasn't ok.
I didn't think it would ever be ok.
Wars wouldn't stop.
People wouldn't stop dying.
We couldn't deny what fate had.
But what if the clock stopped. You know just gave up. Like humans. What if it died?
I smiled bitterly.
The clock would always be different
Unlike humans, a clock could be restarted.
Brought back to life.
Not like us.
When we die. We can't fix what happened to us.
We don't get fixed.
Or brought back to life.
We can't be restarted.
We're just gone.
But unlike the clock, we had choices.
The clock can only tell time.
We can do things.
I guess clocks and humans can be the same. But different. Like that one strand of DNA. That's all it took.
Oh the irony.
Won't you agree.
After all your heart is a clock.