times not watching

It is funny how sometimes instead of you losing track of time it feels like time has lost track of you. you can watch the clock and count every second but the hours bring no change in your life beyond the passing of the sun and the laying of  heads to rest. A walk at 2 am may soon become your most holy experience. somewhere out in those empty streets you can find god or you can find nothing. sometimes you need to make god apart of yourself, then again sometimes nothing takes up more space. some times we may feel the world is burying us alive in stress and work, other times we just look at the clock and wonder how closely time watches us, and how similar we may be to a decayed  roman statue, or a deteriorated Gothic painting. some days, like i spoke of earlier, i feel much like Dorian Grey and find my mind and body forgotten by time, my truly weathered image hidden away out of even my own sight. a splash of cold water does the nerves good, a wink in the mirror conceals no truth.