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white room (11/23/22)

second 9

i am stuck in a clock whose both hands are broken.

while the shortest one stays at 12:00, the longer moves forward.

stasis, constance, eternity.

there is nothing. i am nothing.

the minutes drive me insane, yet i am nothing without them.

does change, constitute something?

does change define me?

will the clock begin to tick once more?

i see that my arms begin to move in place of the clock hands.

that's not how it was supposed to work. that's not how i planned it.

my time will never let me be. so i'll let it be me.