Do we all remain still, melancholy only feels.
Clocks cannot define themselves as trauma.
Numbness clouds the mind; perhaps alternatives are the cure, perhaps not.
Feelings like a lock, no key, no access.
Will it always come to be?
Find the truth within the dead.
How did they do it, without a knot in their head?
Oh, I wonder how time being comes to this, little remorse I bet.