7:29

there’s a clock in my class. it’s broken, it shows 7:29 every single time i look at it. it’s nice to see it when i’m restless in class, because it doesn’t give me the correct time so i’m forced to leave it be and focus on what’s happening right then. maybe i should put a broken clock in my room too, or perhaps remove the battery in the one i wear all the time. maybe then i’ll enjoy the present without hoping time passes by faster or worse, hope time stops when i’m truly happy. no constant ticking to remind me of the seconds i’ve wasted, no slowly ticking needles increasing an unexplainable anxiety. it’s still. unlike my thoughts. it stopped. unlike the world we live in. but maybe that’s the point. maybe i need to stop not the world, maybe i get to decide how my world moves. if it’s a rollercoaster ride or a simple walk in the park. maybe my heart doesn’t have to race every time i hear the hauntingly slow ticks nor do i have to hold my breathe in hopes that the time will slow down and i can think, just think, with a moment to spare. maybe then i’ll forget the metallic taste every time i see a functioning clock. maybe being broken is a good thing. like the clock in my class, maybe i need to just stop and take a minute sometimes. 

- fray.

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