ever changing face...

the little boy looks at the depressing sight of the clock still happily ticking away
even in the midst of all this commotion (6th February 2007, 11am)....
it's the same thing everyday, it's built in calender flips and changes the date
at midnight everynight... and he watches this happen over and over again...

"too fast... why don't you ever take a break?"

'I wasn't made to take a break... i'm here to tell you the world is always changing...
le futur will inevitably become le passe... you cannot stop time...
time waits for no man...'

"i don't believe that.... i don't believe that!"

the little boy covers his ears... refusing to believe the clock.. refusing
to submit to the fact that his world was limited by 3 mechanical hands...

a timer... slowly counting down to '00:00:00:00' (days:hours:minutes:seconds)

'you can cover your ears all you want.. but you're really just wasting 'time'...
your own time...'

he's had enough..
the little boy, determined...
runs to get a chair which he then places against the wall under the clock..
climbing up he removes the clock from the wall...
walking over to his balcony he looks at that ever changing face one last time...
(6th February 2007, 11.09am)...

the little boy let's go of the clock leaving it to freefall down 8 storeys...
right down to the crushingly solid ground awaiting below

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went to see the doc... the pain i've been feeling has nothing to do with my heart...
just some muscuskeletal discomfort or something along those lines
stress.. the cause he told me..

school's over... looks like i've nothing to really stress myself about..
but i can't help but feel... constricted...
trying to contain all my "what ifs"
but i still can't help but let one or two linger in mind...

looks like i'm gonna need more muscle relaxing pill thingums the doc gave me..
i might be here for awhile...

as always... time is running out...