Saturday, January 26, 2019

When I see a bunch of clocks its like paranioa

in a rush every second,
like a reminder after every beckon,
my mind races like an anxiety attack,
sweat falling from my back,

the hands racing,
my anxiety pacing,
time spinning ,
like right from the begining,

it ticks on every minute,
when it starts in hypnotized in it,
its a cycle of internal pacing,
the clocks im facing.


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