Tick Tock

Thump Thump

The ticking clock and his beating heart rang out, as time moved on otherwise silently.

Tick Tock

Thump Thump

The sound penetrated the man’s thoughts, reminding him of his own impending demise, as his estimated time of death crept ever closer, and the candle that was his life burnt further along the wick.

Tick Tock

Thump Thump

He’d long since come to terms with his own premature end, but recently a sense of grief he thought he’d overcome was gradually finding it’s way back into his thoughts, saddening him at the loss of what he’d never had, and would never have.

Tick Tock

Thump Thump

He’d turned off the television an hour before, having resolved to spend more time with his thoughts, perhaps for the last time, wishing to enjoy being, and existing, if only for a moment more, before he lost all that he was, and ventured into the unknown, perhaps into nothingness.

Tick Tock

Thump Thump

A tear ran down his face, mourning everything and everyone he’d lost, and given up. Mourning the world as it was, because he knew that when he went, his world would die, and others would never even know that another light had burnt out, long before it’s time.

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

The ticking clock rang out through the room, as time moved on otherwise silently.