[By J Amos, Killington Elementary School] If the world was without clocks that would mean humans would use the sun or stars to guide them. Kids probably wouldn't be allowed to go too far into the woods.

I can remember a time before the timelessness came. It’s only been five years, and I’ve been alive twelve. Twelve years, four months, one week, and two days, not that I should be keeping track.

"How much sleep did you get last night?" I look up from my slumped-over position to see my friend looking down at me with her plate of food. "Uh..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I think back to everything I did last night.

Minutes flash, seconds tick. How much longer do we have to laugh this time?

The cotton brocade, crimson and ivory, is brought down harshly, cut in half this time.

a world without time
without measure of movement.

what does it mean?

nothing to me.

for the things I care about already obey no boundaries of time,
and so, affect me it does not.

For that which I care are:

I feel like I’m drowning.  All those clocks, ticking and ticking and ticking like the beating of my heart day in and day out for eternity, and then just- nothing.  A split second between the start of forever and the end, and how can it b