Imagine how utterly terrifying would the whole universe be if there was a faceless clock.
Just faceless clocks.
That dictated the way earth shall be lived in the most minimalistic sense.
No hour hand, no tinks, no tick-tocks and no numbers.
That will allow us to regretfully or mercifully go on.
The gears and everything are in place.
But there is
nothing.
Just silence that will deafen your ears.
Silence that your screams cannot pierce.
Yes, that is me now.
I have no bearing, no sure sense.
Simply lost.
Tick-tock.
Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 4:28 AM UTC
Imagine how utterly terrifying would the whole universe be if there was a faceless clock.
Just faceless clocks.
That dictated the way earth shall be lived in the most minimalistic sense.
No hour hand, no tinks, no tick-tocks and no numbers.
That will allow us to regretfully or mercifully go on.
The gears and everything are in place.
But there is
nothing.
Just silence that will deafen your ears.
Silence that your screams cannot pierce.
Yes, that is me now.
I have no bearing, no sure sense.
Simply lost.
Tick-tock.
Just some nonsensical writings on blank pages with Mont Blanc pen.
