clocktower
who told you the day was over, ended or began? is yesterday a memory from something you ran or would you rather live in the past because you yearn to make moments last- either way you remain aghast and in flight or flight....think fast, thoughts sprinting forth and back- anxiety hits you like a cold hard SLAP!
boom boom, tick tock. the clock echoes like your frozen in disorder, watching oppourtunity pass beneath your feet, in an out of body state...suspended in hesitation...you need action, and you do not need fear, but you cant believe what you keep telling yourself..... and now literally everything feels like a cyclical maze of echoes and reverberating bullshit, but you try and navigate on through another day....
Please, use the hashtag #ccc as your first
Next #creativewriting #art # freewrite #diary and #steemexclusive for your very last if you didn't post this somewhere else. It will increase your visibility.
Instead of the vote in Art & Artists I give you this one for your #freewrite.
thanks. how do you know these small details? and how often are these offcially changed?