Thread: The Clock on The Wall

There is a clock that is hanging on my wall. There is nothing special about it; it is just a plain-old clock. It’s not even, really, that old. Regardless, this clock is very important to me.

The clock hangs very high on the wall, and can’t be reached. It seems as though it is hanging by a thread; it seems as though it could easily fall. I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t take my eyes off it when I am in the same room; I listen for it to crash when I am not.

Those who know me appreciate my concern for the clock. They see my obsession, and make suggestions; all of which I appreciate, but none of which I haven’t tried. Others, hoping to avoid the consideration of the clock hanging on their own wall, look away.

The experts tell me that there is no ladder that will reach my clock. They tell me that I should turn away, and focus on something else. I try, but I can still hear it ticking. I never realized how loud it is. I never considered it not being there. I never considered a lot of things. I wish I had. Now I do.

Very nice. I get it, totally. Since I was twelve I've thought about that clock, too. Late at night or at three a.m. Silly waste of time for a kid, right? I couldn't help it. Wierd kid, I guess. I'm much older, now. Mine is still not so precarious as yours. Mine's just a "normal' clock on "regular" time (as far as anyone can tell).
Is this non-fiction or is this prose or verse? I don't know(is anything 'really' non-fiction once it's filtered through your mind?) It's certainly representational or symbolic. Ask a moderator, I guess. Hang in there, too.

Thanks Kevin... This was an attempt at a symbolic approach to a, very much, non-fiction topic. I kind of wish I hadn't posted it. I was having a bad day, and I felt like I needed to write something about it. Too much stress. Maybe I need to go running on days like those instead of sitting in front of my keyboard.