Abstract

The dust particles settle on the surfaces, time after time. Word by word as I type the dust unseen by eyes moves away from the keyboard but then as the wind blows through the window, more unseen dust follows. Some travel from the apartment above and below, some may even travel as far as from 10 thousand miles.

Every beat of the heart indicates a gush of blood circulating all over the body bringing life to every moment. Every breathe we make wakes up every senses we are blessed with. But all these never makes one feeling more alive than pain.

The mind's filled with thoughts whether we are thinking or not. It never stops working.

It's only the grandfather's clock needs winding, in order to fulfill its one and only purpose. But yet its a noble cause as to remind us, how much time is left for us the breathing ones. Yes, we created time but yet we also limited our life since we created time.

The dust's still flying in. The blood's still flowing. The mind's still thinking and I am still typing.

I've had just lived a short tender moment as I let my thoughts roam by forgetting time so my heart can take a break from all that "over- worryings".

Now its time to sleep. Back to limiting life with time.