In a world of black and white I see the clouds passing by.
Winds and songbirds melody at random.
The sun at its highest point and the heat at its vaguest.
The perfect afternoon to watch my shadow pass by.
Walking through the streets of the vague world my dream becomes reality, and as I passed the clock did not stop ringing, tick tock tick tock, turning the hands around the circle.
Everything is becoming a very dark painting, and colorful afternoons would be in black and white. Intense sensations ran through my skin, making my hair stand on end and feeling a chill throughout my body.
In the living room of my house I had the television on, the heating and windows open, the cold of winter could be felt coming, and I was freezing more and more, thus forcing me to be sheltered at all times.
Hours passed by minutes and minutes by seconds, time kept running, and I didn't know how to stop it, soon by soon I would become the animal that walks on one, two, and three legs.
With what I have learned over the years I knew how to walk on so many legs. When I was born I walked on one leg, which was “my parents'”, in my youth I walked on two, “during my years when I learned the most”, and some time later I began to walk on three, hand in hand with a stick. which kept me standing.
There was not enough time for the clock to stop advancing, and just when I least expected it, there I was glued to the clock waiting for it to stop, it was just when its hands stopped advancing...