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Perhaps it would make sense, at least for me, if the clock decides to stop ticking for the unwanted occurrences in our lives. And continue like one with magical batteries of longevity for those scenes we'd rather treasure and take snapshots of for remembrance.

No.

Perhaps it would turn into a right fantasy if it happens out of norm. Dream. Desire. Unreality. Neverland.

And so the clock continues to tick. And we all seem to move in consonance to every tic and tac. Not that it's a good thing. Not that its a bad thing. I'd search the world for the right word but then it's pointless. I couldn't even fathom the nooks and crannies of this little clock called life how much more find the right remark to describe it. Perhaps it's called vocabulary pissing.

Perhaps.

And I leave with a heaving sigh and a pocketful of frustration.

I tell you, it's all in the plan.