It’s a slow day, the clocks tic and toc, yet it feels like forever passes in a moment; the clouds are stationary in the sky, never parting for the sun or letting out their frustrations on our mortal world. The sun never moves, the stars never appear, the air, the world is suspended in both time and space; nothing changes, no movement comes. Nothing comes. I know that I’m supposed to know that time must pass but I don’t, I can’t manage to make myself know. So I sit and listen to the emptiness. It fills me up and makes me feel full, but that’ll never be enough. My greed takes more and more while I struggle to clench it back. And just enjoy. Enjoy the trees, enjoy the squirrel staring hungrily past me, and enjoy the bitter cold.

Then in a heartbeat that moment, frozen forever in me, shatters. As if the ice got too cold for itself to handle. It breaks itself into a million pieces as the world jolts back into movement. My little memory of my time in forever is the only thing that will keep me sane. The birds chirp, leaves rustle in the wind, and the greedy squirrel darts out from a tree. My peace is shattered. Shattered like a whale cutting off its lullaby, like a glass vase that falls, plummeting to the floor, ending with a crash. That moment was the perfect pillow meant to catch the vase, meant to catch everything and make it last, make it live. But it’s gone. Gone like that moment that once was. The only thing that remains is the constant tics and tocs that tease my wish of forever.