Time is immortal, impersonal, and harsh. You can never forget time; it keeps ticking away, mocking your righteousness. Then the darkness overwhelms you, strangles your senses while time stays untouched. The nonchalant companion sits guiding the day, as you immerse yourself into the heaviness of the dark cave. The shades of black move in tandem to the loud echoes of the town clock. Entranced & confused, you shudder in that formless manner, evading that feeling of existence & truth.
You hear a sudden intake of breath, but where is this wide open mouth of yours? In the formless black, a gasping mouth stays forever frozen.
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