Writing sneers up at her from white paper. Irritated for getting lost in the complexity of thoughts. An unidentified self poured from her body. Another night. Inside she glowed darker than the black heavens.
Time sticking by her side. Wondering of past- ticking and fast-warding to the highs and lows of the blurred faces- and future. Friends will only be drinking glasses, lovely stiff hugs, and piercing knowing eyes. Everybody. Family surrounding and embracing, twirling and swaying around her heart.
Clocks. Emotions swirling in seconds and out with thoughts. Seeing many countless faces and moving hands. So very tired of bounded seconds but has never before denied her nature, as she cried inside lustful ticks and tocks.