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Time

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Time moves so slowly when you think about it; when you're sitting in class staring at the clock waiting for it to change, when you're counting down the hours endlessly ticking by. And sometimes, it completely freezes.
I walked past the empty houses, still and cold with the wind whistling through their open shutters. I remembered the time when people walked about the streets, when people crowded around bustling with nothing but time on their mind—being late, being early, must get to where they need to go, no time, too little time…
Now there was too much.
The days continued to pass by. The earth continued to rotate and the sun still drifted across the sky in its typical pattern, but nothing else did. Season's didn't come anymore, all we had was the eternal autumn. Some days it would snow, others it would rain, but never would I feel the suns warming rays touch my cheeks again. I remember that feeling, the feeling of radiation heating the body. But that was all anything was now, a memory.
I turned down another desolate street, darkened by the oppressive clouds. My coat  tails knocked against the back of my legs as I passed the frozen people that were still alive, if you could call them that. The kids that had been frozen in mid-jump, the jump-rope sweeping beneath their feet, the birds that had begun to fly south for the winter, the empty swing that was pushed up by the wind but had never descended all stood still now. No one had to worry about time anymore because it existed without existing, nobody moved. Nobody moved because nobody had anywhere to go, time stood still and yet continued on.
I stopped at the park in front of the fountain, and touched the water. It was cold, like ice, and didn't move. Every day it didn't move, it waited to come back to life but it never did.
They were warned this would happen, warned of this tragedy. Was it tragic? They were warned but they never listen because they're all—we're all—foolish simple-minded humans. Simple-minded creitens only consumed with the precious thought of time, time… now there's no more time. All that was left were the carcasses of statues once lively with emotion and a beating heart, but now there was no time for heart to beat or breath to breathe or eyes to see forth into future meetings because of this tragedy, was it tragic?
We were warned but no one listened, this is the price to pay.
I decided to sit down and write for a couple minutes. After an hour of switching between tumblr, facebook, and whatever i was writing, this happened.

I honestly have no idea what I just wrote, but if any of you have any ideas of where it could go, I'm always looking for new writings to start.

I haven't even re-read it yet.
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ElegantDragonMaster's avatar
I just got to this as it shown up in my watch pile, and I must say... It seems, like it had worked it's way from the deeper depths of your mind, to being put out, similar to an invention these days, it is VERY lovely though, I have read it fully and completely, this time (like usual, for just how I read) SOME part confuses me, but this... i would have to say, is a master-piece all in it's own. Wow :)