Clocks do not define

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.