The Clock

This clock ticks. Ticks away at what time I have left. Each second passing as another memory captured by my eyes like pictures embeds itself into the back of my mind. Locked away so deep they can never be recalled again. I once liked it this way, seeing as how they were unwanted. But now, now I wish for them to stay as so many new ones have been created. Many more to come as well. I once hated this clock, thinking it does nothing but tick to remind me it's slowly running out. I hated that time moved so fast, changing everything around me every time I blinked my eyes. Leaving everything I once knew behind. Now, now I welcome each passing second. I finally realized I was always looking at the clock with blind eyes, reading it with sadness and hate. I look at it now with only happiness and faith. Faith that things can do nothing but change for the better. I see these changes i've always searched for, no longer afraid of them. I can hear this clock ticking. Ticking now only to count each memory created, loving every second of it. I enjoy this clock, gratefull that it has opened my eyes to the truth of life.