A girl is trapped inside of the mechanisms of a clock. The pinions rattle around as she gazes at them crackling their ways through each other. All is lost. All is gone. Time moves, but her world doesn't. Every one she knows is far and have fadded their memories of her. It doesn't matter. The clock is quiet and empty; no voices, no people. Only the girl with the memories of the people she knew.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Infinity
PoesíaA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
