ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
Though life comes and goes
Truth remains. How ironic -
So few will see it
Truth remains. How ironic -
So few will see it
Literature
March of Time
March of Time
Time marches to its own sound.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
In a fraction of a second everything you know and love can be gone.
Life ends and life begins but time pays no mind.
It just keeps marching to its own beat.
Tick tock, thump thump, click boom.
Literature
Time
Dark grey clouds hung in the sky, lifeless, obscuring the sun, casting the world in perpetual twilight. The air spun listlessly, without purpose, meandering, lost. Lightning flashed in the distance, but it was dull, and arched lazily among the clouds; no thunder followed.
He knelt on his knees on the barren ground, head bowed with eyes closed, as if asleep. But he was not sleeping; how could he sleep? The pain of incredible loss and despair seared through him, leaving a cold ache that seeped into his bones. No, he did not sleep, could not sleep.
The last words of the prophecy slipped into his mind, unbidden:
When all has come to end,
a
Literature
Countdown
Ten.
Time is not a quantifiable substance. We like to think we can measure it, regiment it, control it, but we can’t. Days can stretch like years, looming heavy on the horizon. Weeks can slip swiftly by, ticking past like seconds on the clock.
Nine.
We measure, trying desperately to convince ourselves that all minutes are equal. They are not.
Eight.
Time is fickle, racing and crawling as it wills, with no thought for the disruption of time-bound creatures. And we are bound, as fast as if we were weighted with iron shackles. There is no escape; there is only time.
Seven.
I feel my heart beating in the space between seconds, making
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
© 2014 - 2024 KomradApex
Comments1
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
Ironic, indeed.