Tick ​​Tock. Tick ​​Tock.
It goes away, sometimes slowly, sometimes quickly.
Tick ​​Tock. Tick ​​Tock.
It flies away like a bird that swings elegantly through the air you crawl along, as slowly as a snail that crawls across the ground.
Tick ​​Tock. Tick ​​Tock.
Sometimes it stands still like the wind in a calm, sometimes it fades, as fast as a storm that whirls the leaves of a tree through the air.
Tick ​​Tock. Tick ​​Tock.
It is the time. As ephemeral as the moment when lightning illuminates the sky and as persistent as eternity.