せいこ

Tick, tock, tick, tock
My world behind the clock is lit
I can see through the layer of protective glass
It’s always watching me 24/7
It’s been there through everything- from to and past
Snapshots, moments, mere seconds have been caught- as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a butterfly,
flapping on against a gathering wind.

Most of the time- the clock is yelling and pointing at me, like a mother telling a child to behave
Ticking time bomb, moving forward every phase
It is my time holder; screaming at me as I waste precious epoch
During her silent, lonely nights, I can feel it connecting to me as its rhythm thumps like my beating heart
Tick, tick, tick

To others it may seem invaluable at most and at it’s least: a time teller, insignificant, worthless like snow falling on a sunny day
But to me, it is my life
A relic, watching over me after 14 summers and 14 winters
Transmuted from an object to a friend.