#3 in my Phobia Series.
A very short piece on 'chronophobia', inspired by recent events such as the Sudanese massacre with a message at the end. (#BlueForSudan.) Thank you for reading. <3
// is this attraction or rather infatuation? //
Are things better up in the clouds?
That's a fantasy land I would always imagine as a kid and tried to bring alive through doodling.
Song/poem I wrote in middle school
Remembering their years together
Tick tock tick tock
You ran out of time *giggles*
your time is up
Hope you were smart!
*haiku i guess XD*
Time. The ultimate destroyer.
I’m not broken. I’m just wounded.
Just a poem I wrote a while back, talking about, well, whatever you think it talks about.
*Mini story* The protector of the Time Clock
Moving past the diurnals
Snoring loud and clear
The clock hits 5:00, therefore it's dawn
Now the Nocturnals Drowsed away
trying to keep it PG because my phone broke, so I'm left to post from my school laptop :(