Tick.......tick........tick.......

The narrowed clock hands ticked by, echoing in her head. Staring blindly, the numbers were indistinguishable, clouded and distorted into blurry nothingness.

Darkness prevailed in the external and the internal.

There was no attachment to reality, to fantasy--to what could be, to what was.....or to what wasn't.

There was a tinged lonliness to the aloneness.
Time wasn't relevant.

Space wasn't relevant.

And still the clock hands ticked by...

Tick, tick, tick....

Full circle.

A lifetime come around to greet her in rapid slowmotion.
It was the lifetime of fullness, of emptiness, of being immersed in the comings and goings that life brings. Fragments of life-moments at the sidelines being observed in silent paralysis.

But it was her life.

Times of gladness, times of joy--all muddled in the shapes and faces of those she's met along the way.....And those she'd not met created the background, melding into the clock hands as it ticked it's precious time without moving.

Emptiness.

Bittersweet emptiness.

Celebrations of days without numbers that were numbered even still.

It wasn't sadness that permeated the silent ticking hands with the faces of the unknown. It was wisdom and peacefulness.

Knowing and understanding.
Restful nothingness in the flurry of the familiar, she tried to breate in the absence of feeling, the absense of thought and the absence of the ebb and flow of irrespective time.

Tick, tick, tick....

The sound was unheard.

Eyes closed, she basked in the void and bouyed in the suspended nothingness.

Wisdom, peacefulness......glorious nothingness.

Tick, tick, tick......

Yeah, yeah, yeah.......WAKE UP MEL!!!!

Back to life and reality!!!

Getcher heels on and get movin'!

Sheeeeeeeshhhhhh.......

Some moments I'm really, really, REALLY self indulgent.