Time. Whirl wind magic.

Tick. Tock, life is a clock. No I'm not rimeing. In life we all change. Grow. Cry and fear. But it takes a real person not a person trying to fit in to hear the silent sounds of your life ticking by. How can you carry the world on you wrist when you wear a watch? Or when you hand everyone's emotions and thoughts on you wall. You can choosehow your life will turn out. How do you set the time. That the funny part. You can't choose but when you check your watch and say I wish it was your wishing the seconds of you life away. After all we are all made of paper glass and plastic we can always be broken but in the end we can all be repaired we can all be fixed. Not matter how many time we are shatterd or burnt we can regain out selfs from the ashes and rise and rise stronger then anyone thought that anyone has ever I,gained us to be. So as the silent sounds of a second that turns into a minute and we sit in a dark room wishing it away and wishing of how fast we can live our lives and die agin it becomes fascinating. Of how we set the time how we control the world in our hands. But that's just part of life as the wind blows our ashes in the wind to be once agin rebuilt and torn down but each time but stand up and rise we belive and become filled with the emotions of those who have broken us and who have said I'm sorry. So we can hear past the whispers and see past the falseness of today to start a new a new life a new bringing a new way of thinking for who we are for who I am but who are you really if you have never been broken? Your a rock a rock that can always be broken but just hides behind itself to fool those who are to scared to stand up. But in the end I'd rather be brave because in the the end a clock is made out of plastic most of the time so our life's can be broken the clock can but that's why there are clock makers and workers to help us when we can not help ourselfs.