And The Clock Ticked Louder

There emanated a painful amount of coherence from his words. If only time's hands could transform the present to the past. Maybe slowly, starting with halting the progress of now and then moving to freezing the present; and then just like the reel of a broken film that must be rewinded to allow one's mind to sew the fragments together. "Let me reminisce these moments, only to know I did nothing wrong.", she said.

Broken Timepiece

She quietly entered, into an atmosphere that was held by weak strings. Her soft steps made him stop and look up, if only for one last perfect glimpse. He'd been struggling to scribe the emotions burning in his heart. They galloped like a horse at war, siding by their warrior who fought through searing moments of pleasure and pain. But watching her, his thoughts no longer had the strength to choose words. Wandering through the lonesome eyes of passion, there seemed little to say.