Metaphorical Life

Once in lifetime i stopped a little and so I did ... I consulted hours of life and saw that the legs of the time clock had been astray for distances ... It was night mouth and night now she had lost that reddish hue, it was already invisibly dark I screamed and I did not hear an echo ... Knowing that fish they sleep in the bed of the rivers, I leaned against the slope of the hill, at the foot of the mountain and I began to speak in glossolalia, or xenoglossia ... I'm not sure ... I just remembered that I have the key of time, and so He cannot catch me ... Then I fell asleep ...!