Tick tick tick, the sound was ticking. Time whistling past noon as I sat in my bedroom with nothing to do but listen to the hounds across the street singing sounds unique in the windows of a widow who had a husband that died too soon. Tick Tick Tick, muscles twitch, my eyes gloom bewitched on the sight of the swinging pendulum that relayed my bittersweet symphony. Everything is symmetry. Everything's is that same dream. I think the thoughts in my head are in seam. I'll be sleeping like a dead man soon. I tell tale in my head with room to grow. It doesn't. The tiredness lurks. The perks of my comfortable mattress is formattable to match wits with. Tick tick tick, the sound was ticking. Yet in my mind there was something missing. I'm behind the curve. My mind can't keep up with my words. My brain can't keep up with my turns. Trying to stay awake is like biting into a stale steak... Its hard. My arm is so far away I can barely lift it. My legs so stray they won't stay near me. Suddenly my eyes go black and I can think clearly. Relax says the cataracts of my soul at its best. My synapses rest as I prepare for the synopsis of what's next. Dream on. Time moves fast, but the ticking chime moves slow, everything in my mind goes out the window.
