I hear the sound of the clock ticking.
Second by second, minute by minute.
Time has sound it seems, which is quite interesting.
So much can happen in one tick.
Then again – two.
Or even three.
We live based on the ticks of time – the tocks of life.
Ticks of being late the tocks of being on time.
Ticks to increase the tension of a room and tocks that count to our doom.
The clock throws our lives into disarray, watching as we try to break away
Time can create slow motion.
Ticking the hours away through my day and my nights.