Yes.

They spin. They creak. They groan, but yes, they do spin, with reluctance and before you can blink, they just go on and you just can't keep up.

No, I did not get a new clock.

It is just my mind. It has been spinning alot of the late.

I always thought that a sufficient dose of stress is healthy. And perhaps, I have been justifying the long hours I picked for work, the amount of work I force myself to do, household chores I find myself to do, as necessary, vital, essential to get past the day.

Albeit so, I find myself slowing down even when I am walking down the street, running to catch my bus to work or to classes or to get home. I am not making sense, am I? Slowing down not in my stride, but in my mind.. I find myself on the bus thinking endless questions. Endless possibilities. In short, thinking about endless "what ifs". I yearn to zero into the blur vision in my mind's eye of the ever-changing future. To find the answers, to give myself a stable platform I can stand as I pluck up the courage to take a plunge down head long into unknown territories.


Sometimes, I wish I just did not know the mechanisms of things. How it works. How it will react if it were to be tested. How it will end.. Perhaps, sometimes, I just need the clockworks to just.. stop. To freeze. To let time still.

And, perhaps, just perhaps, I would emerge at peace to say "Come what may.. "