The clock is tickling.
Slowly.
Last night.
The world turned differently.
It was rude and noisy.
It kept on shaking.
It kept on making itself noticed.
Again and again.
I tried to close my eyes.
But the sun shone in the night.
I could smell the forest.
I could hear wild animals.
I wanted to spread my arms.
Be wild.
With such intensity
I am contained.
I can´t make the progress run.
The clock is still ticking.
Slowly.
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