10:20 p.m.

The time is 10:10 pm.

Now, just as I gazed to check once again; it is now 10:11 pm.

Mere seconds where left between that transitioning stage. Seems so insignificant in a world worked up and in a hurry; flitting from here to there with haste.

Again I've looked up. 10:12 pm is the time. There goes again another second of your life.

10:13 pm - You perhaps now are wondering what it is you're reading. What is it I took time to write.

10:14 pm - *tick* Each glance up reminds me how life is constantly passing us by. We here, we write. We create in hopes to express the turmiol boiling beneath the surface.

10:15 pm - *tock* The clock now has sound. Mimicing my repeadtive, rut bound, thoughts on humanities creation, purpose, and more often. Our destitnation.

10:16 pm - *tick, tock* In my mind the clock speeds up. For now my thoughts are racing. scrounging each experince of my life for a point of apparent purpose and motive.

10:17 pm - *Tick, Tock* Louder, louder, the digital clock starts to yell. Soon rather than later my death draws near with time wasted. WASTED on thoughts. Racing thoughts. Of purpose. Inescapable death.

10:18 pm - *TICK, TOCK* The volume tells me to draw to end with this rammbling, though, that's so far from truth. We all have this feeling. Maybe that is the purpose of our meger, timed, exsistance.

10:19 pm - One more entery to follow. The clock has stopped talking and I am soon to follow. Inside I'm praying perhaps with this waist of precious minuets. That those who's eyes pass over these words and have full comprehension. Will learn to live life and understand that as they do so; by living with out giving to much thought to before, diving to deep into now, and reaching to high for the future. They will find what they look for.

10:20 pm - Last entry. I think of the things that could have been mulled in my head instead of this circular conversation with myself. Things that would have brought a smile to my face. Kept the tears at bay tonight. Eh, oh well. To you dwelling and tearing the tapestry apart for detail. I wish you more luck than I. Bid you an eternal good night.

I won't debate anymore what my future death holds. For if I wake to the sun or my rooms darkness envolopes my mortal being. This is not what I want my last minuets to be.