I continue to look at the broken clock and canвЂ™t help but sigh. It is the immortal creature of the universe. I pick it up, taking a second to listen to the ticking before slamming it into the ground over and over again until it was completely destroyed. I get off of my bed and stand over it, this is the end. That evil clock, I am not going to let it control me like this anymore. I instantly look over to the clock sitting on the bedside table. It is a very, relaxing moment for me, but then I hear it again. I pick it up and let the dull side of the blade slide through my fingers. Honestly, it is a beautiful design, the brand has long been warned away, but the blade itself is still good.

My eyes fall upon a pocket knife, and I cannot seem to look away. There is also the lamp, turned off for now as I am suppose to be asleep. The soft curtains over the bedroom window, the sheets beneath me that keep me warm. Right now I sit in my room, I try to ignore the ticking, and I try to focus on the things in my room. My mind is trying to keep me in the right, but I canвЂ™t understand it, time takes over everything I do. The ticks, the rhythm, it forms words and I know not to listen to it but, I just want it to stop, please let it stop. It sounds crazy, I know, I know, but I donвЂ™t know how else to describe it. There are some days where all I can do is sit and listen to what the ticking is telling me to do. The months go by, but it just seems to be getting louder. I donвЂ™t know how much longer I can live through it. It has been months, it mocks me and I just want it to shut up. I leave one room to escape it and yet another one is always there to take its place. But why why why! I would have been more open to it, more understanding, if it didnвЂ™t have that noise that dreaded tick tock tick tock! It comes from the clocks, all of them. Time is my greatest fear, and I just continue to let rule over me. I hear it almost every second of everyday itвЂ™s running my life. The only time IвЂ™m able to sleep now is when my brain forces me to pass out, due to the exhaustion of not sleeping for days.Д®very passing day I live, I am controlled by the sound of the clock. I do not know the exact moment where it started, but all I know is that it will not stop, and it is only getting louder. Why why why, does it have to be like this, what did I do to deserve this harsh, unbearable noise! It is constant, and has been going on for months. ItвЂ™s so loud and it makes it difficult to think.

I just donвЂ™t understand why it has to make that god damn noise. I would really just love to go with the flow and motion of time like everyone else. And if I am allowed to be honest, I wouldnвЂ™t mind this immortal idea controlling every second of my life. ThatвЂ™s preposterous thinking if I thought otherwise. For even if you do fight it, youвЂ™ll fall behind in your own future because time waits for no one here. Like maybe I want to eat some pizza in the morning, why is it frowned upon? ItвЂ™s scary, and you canвЂ™t fight back or try to rebel in anyway. It tells you when to get out of bed, go to work, time has even set boundaries on when we can and canвЂ™t do certain things. Ironic, it seems that one of manвЂ™s greatest inventions is now something entirely above us, controlling all of us. It runs everyoneвЂ™s lives and we canвЂ™t do a single thing about it. Whether it is to change the past to remove an embarrassing moment or to perhaps just to make more time for other people, we want to control it, but we canвЂ™t control what weвЂ™ve created. We all have wanted to control time at some point in our lives. Humans are impatient like that, I suppose.

I want it to be another hour, another day, just not the time it is now. Every passing day I notice my eyes drifting to the clock.

Tick tock day