The smell from my coffee awakens the senses within me on this chilly miserable morning. I stare into its dark infinite depths, it seems like it’s pulling a face taunting me somehow.
I look out of the window at the usual scene of mundane suburbia. Ah yes there they are the rats! Going about their regular tasks like headless chickens.
”What time is our meeting again?” ”Did I manage to submit that invoice to accounts?”
A plethora of questions echoing around society causing a symphony of nothingness. I look at their faces, and part of me is sad for them, part of me is jealous. Sad that they are bereft of energy, they are now akin to zombies hurrying around in a lifeless world. Yet jealous that they don’t sit for hours gazing into oblivion in an attempt to form some level of creativity.
Time has neither concept, nor meaning for some. Those who look forward to the end of the working day. Counting down the hours until it’s time to go home. Yet for others the clock cannot move slowly enough.
Time can be cruel for us all.
Not Easy to comprehend at times that some wish their days away for the weekends, yet others want to cherish every moment they have as soon it will all be gone.
I’m just the observer, sitting in silence. No thoughts in my mind, no feelings in my veins. Like the clock that ticks, sometimes you notice me and other times you don’t.
I will be here tomorrow; you can look up if you want to. You may see my hollow eyes staring back. Maybe you will be too busy.
As I watch you go by I try to shout, but all that is emitted is a whisper in the wind.
Yet it is sometimes the whisper that screams loudest than all.
