To be found and to be held!

It must have been past midnight for all I can hear is the owls fluttering above me. It’s such a disgrace to be so dependent on humans to know what my mind says. Only they can read me. And here I am clueless and lost in this jungle, having no clue of what time it is in spite of being the person who tells time to those who wear me on their wrist. I can hear my heartbeat. Its ticking slowly and consistently but I just cannot read my very own mind. I keep looking up at the sky and the sound around me to make out the time. I remember being all safe and sound on the doctor’s wrist and I do not remember how she lost me hear in the jungle. And I fear those wild animals who roam around the jungle stepping on me. I cannot imagine breaking my face and ending up dead here. There is no human around to take me to a horologist to get me fixed if at all that is needed and I will be dead here and no one would even remember me. Afterall we all want to be remembered at the end of the day.

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I had kept the doctor company day in and out during her very hectic life. I had seen her going through very difficult and tiresome times. Time was also something she lacked and I often remember her reminding herself and also others to not take time for granted. What I carry on my mind is important-the time, for no one can stop the mechanism of how things work inside me. Taking time for granted. Yes, that’s the biggest self-awareness I have gained from the doctor about myself. In spite of carrying time with me I never really understood this strong belief that she held on to. But now I guess I do. Also, quite contrary to that I am currently wishing for this notorious night to end. I want this time to pass, I wish for the sunny sky. I want to be found and rescued by someone. And maybe to be very fondly worn around their wrist. Afterall all that we want is to be found, and to be held delicately.