Time flies like a thrown clock:
Swift. Then bloody.
Time stands still like the eye of a storm:
Calmly pulling strings.
Time turns back like a rotating door:
Only to move forward.
Time fades away like light to the blind:
In perception alone.
He was swimming through a sea of winds that spun and whirled without moving as they shouted, calling out to each other in panicked voices. Their cries buffeted him and sent him reeling from one to the other. Each burst burned, and although Matt tried to right himself, his body wouldn’t […]