tick tock tick tock

as the life moves on slowly and holds it's breath for something to happen i sit and think. thoughts come and go like the minutes of the clock -tick tock tick tock- but i cant think about him without pain. i, as in me, can not think about him with out the memories that will come to haunt me. if only i could tell him how i feel then the great backpack of time and thought will be lifted off my shoulders but the clock goes tick tock tick tock and the backpack weighs me down. piercing blue eyes and an unexplainable desiring detail about him makes me keep thinking of him but if i dont tell him the clock will stop-- tick tock tick tock.....