Good question

(The clock has a way of killing time. Those wheels and gears clicking and ticking, forever turning, and I realize time is dead so long as it continues. Only when the clock stops does time really come to life. It is a precious resource, time, I wish I had spent more of it foolishly)

Imagine a world with no days... No tomorrow, no yesterday, no past or future. Imagine only waking up once because the only day is today, with the end visible in the distance. Imagine being there, like one elongated scream with no time to be anything other than ****. Then imagine you are back here.

There is a century, which is separated into decades, divided into years, months, weeks, days, hours, minutes... And there you are, a multitude of contrasting personalities, all coexisting in a single space, because just imagine if you had to be one thing all the time. Every year, every day is a different you, its own little box of reality. You can choose to stay or choose something better or worse.

One day you'll say to yourself, what I really want is in that other box way over there, but it seems impossible. Other people must be born over there, and sometimes they are. But taking one step forward is too easy, and you can do that. You can get to tomorrow, you can reach the next box. You can look down and think you could never fall that far, but all of us are capable of doing something just a little worse than last time.

Sometimes it feels like you spend all your time climbing up only to slip back down. When you are living the good parts you can't see the bad ones, and when things are bad you can't see anything else. You tell yourself you feel more than a lot of people, and you can't leave yourself open without being open to everything.

As days pass to weeks, to months, to years... She long since lost any concept of the passage of time. Her mind was lost in dreams, or were they just memories? Only occasionally would her eyes open, random breaks from the confines of her own head. She would only see dust, piling on layer upon layer. Nothing ever truly changed, and the time between her eyes opening increased until they finally closed for good as she finally decided there was no point anymore, inside her head was so much more interesting.