The ticking of the clock is perhaps the most frightening sound in the world. It is the only noise you'd hear on a daily basis, besides maybe your own heartbeat, that can be attributed to your very life slipping away. Yet, without its consistent tempo, I find myself unable to sleep at night. This, it seems, makes me flawed in some fundamental, irreversible way.

What about change that makes us so afraid?

Does it primarily depend how quickly time goes by when you're incredibly happy and with the one you love most or a continuous search, it will be to seek someone else who'd make me smile the way you did? Additionally, the fear of being pulled out of the comfort zone with so much force that you can feel it eating away at the top layer of everything you are and were?

It was the last day. The second hand on the clock ticks ceaselessly, air is exhaled and soft words were spoken.

I couldn't dare imagine.
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Tuesday, January 20, 2009

This is where I end, You begin. [ 11:39 PM ]

Time and again has life made me witness how good I feel about the relationship I’'ve forge with some of the amazing individuals I’ll ever possibly meet. A much subterranean situation it was that in the blink of an eye it all falls apart. You'd progressed to cloud my mind and this becomes increasingly difficult.

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