Tiara & SupernovaTTL(Time To Love)
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As seconds continue to tick by; Tick tock, tick tock...
She stares blankly at the multitudes of clocks before her. They remind her of work. They remind her of dealines. They remind her of time; time she watches pass fleeting before her eyes. She is detached.
She turns her head to the left, looking at the black reflective sceen of her handphone. No new messages. No missed calls. Nothing. Nothing stirs in the black emptiness.
Sighs; she sighs. In her mind the fantasies rouse, just swimming at the edge of the consciousness. She lifts her head to stare at the clocks once again. Closing her eyes in acceptance, she plunges once again into her thoughts.
A weak smile pulls on the corners of her lips. The secrets of her toughts whispering through her mind. She exhales slowly, gathering her nerves. Ready? "Yes," she says out loud, as though it was a question meant to be answered.
Her focus shifts to him once again. Who is he? Where is he? She has no answer. Him. Subconciously, a silent name slips off of her tongue. What was that? She wasn't quick enough to hear herself. The word was forgotten. Forgotten, as it was never etched into her memory in the first place. She longs for him.
She feels strange. How could she want something that she does not even know exists? How can she long for someone that she has never met? Mysterious. Cryptic. It confused her. She, the unique, strong independant, was perplexed.
Him. She thinks again; a sigh of resignation slipping from between her lips.
A lone tear falls.
posted @ 10:21 PM |