Hours

Hours. How can they come? How can they go? Hours. Their pass I can't notice, because they don't make a sound or give any advice. They just wave back when they already passed by, and we don't even know if they even said hi to us. Hours. Sometimes we see them, sometimes we don't but [...]

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Clockwork

It's 1:40 p.m. The time that runs through the atmosphere becomes clockwork. And each number is a neighbor, a close neighbor from the ones whose wishes linger in their minds. Time consumes their energy and the love they have for what they do. Clockwork takes away their dreams and they start procrastinating their hours. I'm [...]