How did it ever come to this?
How did it ever come to this?
My time here is dwindling, I am itching to leave. The boom of the clocks metal resonates in echo, and the room is consumed by it. It helps me remember that time is such a fickle thing; it helps me remember how much time I am wasting. We are destroyed by the silence; the power of it is strangely overwhelming. I can’t think of anything but something to break it. I’d smash the clock in front of you if I didn’t have to explain why. The world shrinks, and my eyes glaze over. How did it ever come to this?
My mind whirrs and snaps into place, everything I should say scares me, the potential damage it could cause, you just can never know. We are adaptable, but when there are so many different options to take you all feel viable, how are you to know who you are? I imagine myself saying ‘we can move forward’, or the more melodramatic take, ‘our time is running out’. But then it happened, an involuntary spasm of the brain, I look her in the eye and my mouth moves without thought. All that thinking and careful consideration wasted by human impulse and I shout as loud as the room can bear.
“You’re a god damn fucking whore!”
In hindsight that’s probably the last option I would have thoughtfully picked for something to say. Things before used to be so simple, how did it ever come to this?
My time here is dwindling, I am itching to leave. The boom of the clocks metal resonates in echo, and the room is consumed by it. It helps me remember that time is such a fickle thing; it helps me remember how much time I am wasting. We are destroyed by the silence; the power of it is strangely overwhelming. I can’t think of anything but something to break it. I’d smash the clock in front of you if I didn’t have to explain why. The world shrinks, and my eyes glaze over. How did it ever come to this?
My mind whirrs and snaps into place, everything I should say scares me, the potential damage it could cause, you just can never know. We are adaptable, but when there are so many different options to take you all feel viable, how are you to know who you are? I imagine myself saying ‘we can move forward’, or the more melodramatic take, ‘our time is running out’. But then it happened, an involuntary spasm of the brain, I look her in the eye and my mouth moves without thought. All that thinking and careful consideration wasted by human impulse and I shout as loud as the room can bear.
“You’re a god damn fucking whore!”
In hindsight that’s probably the last option I would have thoughtfully picked for something to say. Things before used to be so simple, how did it ever come to this?