If only I was content with the passing time If only I could hold my breath for a life time If only I could hold on to the happy ephemeral or just to hold on at all. So selfish I am. After a period of time like, like fear that always comes back.. I push away. Always. It’s like… That quote.. “It’s like an old clock that wont tell time but wont stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell. Rusted silent, an old, worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.”