When did this happen?

Slowly fade you go, and slip out of focus because nothing around you goes slow.

And you listen, and you watch.

Oh the irony of time on a broken watch...

Isn't life just beautiful? All of the green, and that intoxicating scent of, is that honeysuckle? After three bleak summer rainy days.

But for you,

that's not what you're used to,

Definitely not,

but isn't it just a great change?

The white flowers don't move, not but a few, a couple wave trying to invite you.

And the whistle of the wind is soft, but you can't get over the feeling of loss...

But Isn't life so beautiful?

The leaves call out to you, and you can hear the chirps of birds far in the distance, time just doesn't stop.

But why oh why?

You ask yourself, when did things become so damn bleak?

Where are all the other birds calling out to you? For you've been lost, you're not the girl from before.

No,

You're not seclude, no dear this isn't you...

Where have you gone? Still though you ask why oh why?

Oh, the irony of time on a broken watch.