When Time Stops

From that day my clock stopped, don’t get me wrong the world is functioning normally, it’s just me, my world has stopped.

I keep picturing that one scene a thousand times , a scene that truly never happened but it’s like my soul is aching for that one event. Will that be my sweet revenge? but to whom? to the ones whom I never acknowledged.

The retrospection of my needs itself is making me question my being, the person I was so proud to be, what at first showed itself as pure evil now seems like rotting degenerate. What is the way out of it? is there a way out of it, when will my salvation done, when will my kingdom come? for now all I can say is the day my soul leaves its desire for that event and I stop visioning the possibilities of that event … I’ll be free from this hell I am living in .