Friday, February 21, 2014

What's the Point?

Death always felt close whenever she asked herself, "What's the point?" 
Swirling in her brain, the question constantly refrained,
but no answer the world did give her.
Instead, she continued, for now, to do what she could not cease doing,
until the time when the click of the clock
slowed, slower still, slowness, stopped.

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