Tick Tick Tick

So well timed are these things. The dam bugs are everywhere.
Tick Tick, the clock goes,
gradually taking life step by step in a methodical ritual. Time passing constantly, the past increasingly long, the future, increasingly, short.

The clicking sound of time marching on so I've heard. Who said that "time marches on"?
It's sucked out of you gradually, the need to find a reason. When you...well.

Somewhere between the blood sucking and the time ticking, the need to find a reason to season the measly, becuase all I find is the life being sucked out day by day.

"The moon is down, I have not heard the clock" Fleance in Macbeth, Shakespeare. Act 2 Scene 1.

Just because

Just because we can look up and out,
we think we can look back and not hurt.

Just because we are here now,
doesn't mean we haven't caused the damage.

Just because you want to be free,
you can't mean you want to be alone.

Just because we have come this far,
the trail's lit up for you to go back.

Just because I said I'd go,
didn't mean you had to go.

Just because you thought you'd dare,
I didn't know I was playing.

Just because we are here,
doesn't mean it's too late,
we are here.

Just because...just because.