The only sound, his watch, humming on his wrist, snatching the seconds out of the air.

He wouldn't know time had passed if it didn't.

Each flick of the face's arms bringing lines to his face.
Siphoning the colour out of his eyes.

One second given for every lifetime taken.

It was early in the morning yet he was still up late, the sun and moon had chased each others tails four times since he last closed his blinds and cleared his mind.

Blind to time.
Bound to blindness.
Blind to ambition.

This struggle of boredom is timeless, as is its nature.

He looked in the mirror for company, but couldn't keep up with the conversation.