wind-up clocks

and somewhere near the end, i realised i was speaking to a spirit. his warnings having being meant to prevent me from ever finding out. i should have been, scared, but i was not. and i just took his hand and walked to the end of the road. i asked "why are you still here?" his smile was so small, so sad and so wistful. "in the end, we all stay on. there is no where else. no heaven, no hell. just wanderings in the same tiny day." he said. i would really have liked to hold him a little bit more. but i walked on, sun rising and life hurrying past me; i felt so very sad. here i am, going on. there they were, wind-up clocks.'

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