The clock relentlessly ticks & chimes. It is insistent but dull; a constant in the background, a drone of bees.
When I wake there are moments where I cannot recall what or why but the fog lifts and I am jabbed, sharply. Ouch.
Why is time so tritely passing in the blink of an eye yet we remain standing still – limbo – maybe even going backward?
I am wading through sticky treacle & the dust motes settle in and on with the weight of a thousand tonnes to every pace, trying to break my stride, drown me in the quagmire.
Yet we hurtle on – faces, landmarks, dates and days a blur. I cling on desperately, a rollercoaster reaching the summit then: free-fall. The drop in your stomach ever present
I have so much to say, shout, lambast angrily even but I must bide my time, guard it zealously. I remain gagged, tight-lipped…until, until…..
For now anyway we have reached an impasse.