Time flies, it's time again. Time, is? Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years, decades, centuries, millennium, even milliseconds were counted as time. Time runs with no stopping, nothing is able to halt time. Like a cycle, it turns round and round. As the second hand reaches twelve it's as though half of my life time gone. As the clock strikes twelve midnight it indicates the end of today while it's the beginning of tomorrow.

Sometimes I wonder would time just freeze for me for just one second. Sometimes I wonder too, if time is able to fast forward so the day ends earlier. Since the day I was born, I'd thought I was the master of time but as when I grew older, I was found to be the slave of time. Humans, from the day they were born till the day they passed away, they were naturally competing against time. Yes, doing the best they could before they grew old and became worthless, trying to learn everything when they were young, while trying to live longer before the time within them came to a stop. Perhaps out there somewhere under the wide sky and vast ocean, there were these someones trying to control time. Time continues to run even centuries had passed away, it never stops and runs cruelly. Our time is like an hour glass, the time limit sets within us had started since we were made and is running out second by second till the last grain of sand.

Maybe someday, a blink of my eyes and my last grain of sand falls, my time ends, I do hope to see who sets my hour glass. I'm getting more and more tired. Somehow I felt I had seen enough and I had my fun. However no matter how much I had been loved, or how much I had done and how much fun I had in my whole life, I'm still empty within just like a bottomless pit. I had been falling within this pit for many years, probably one day, I might reach the end but most likely not.

I had once viewed the sky at a high place. Humans said the clear blue sky brightens up one's heart, evening brings an end of today and a beginning for tomorrow while clear night sky is a part of background for the stars and moon. Maybe that were all rubbish I heard or read from books or perhaps I was wrong about I felt all the while. From my empty shell, what I saw was totally different. From this rotten world, blue sky told you how sad and disappointed the earth is. The evening painted with red and orange colors, warning you how angry and frustrated it was. The dark and black sky showed you how this is like within these rotten humans. Was it my depressed and hatred giving me such imagination or was it the truth that were placed right in front of my eyes everyday.

I did told someone, actually I hoped to live as long as I could to see what I wanted to see but I never mind dying at a young age. Maybe all these while, I had a feeling that soon this piece of land that was once beautiful is going to shatter into pieces. As long as I could sleep within the coffin comfortably, I don't mind anything. Maybe somewhere within me trying to protect myself from these horror. Horror of when everything was going to be terminated and be destroyed, the screams of the "innocents" would be a living nightmare.

Yet is still far from this till then. In the silent night, where the time goes, the sound of it "tick, tock, tick, tock" before the second hand reaches twelve again and strikes at midnight. Just before the alarm echoes into my ears, I wished I'm sleeping soundly in my catafalque.