The seconds are ticking by. Time’s moving so fast I can barely see where we’re going. But I guess that doesn’t matter, as long as we go together. The handles on the clock are ticking faster now. I can feel them closing in.
People tend to associate mud with filth. But they aren’t the same thing. Mud is what you play with when you’re a little kid in the backyard. It isn’t the best toy in the world but leaves so much to the imagination.
So you’re just going to give up and let them use you as a pawn for their scheme? I thought you were different. Weren’t you the one who taught me how to play chess? What happened to the old you? The real you. The one that was in control?
The tide pulls gently on the sands, washing away all the impurities left on the shore. It roars as it rushes up the slope, bringing with it shells and starfish and taking with it the last remains of memories.