In the museum of the broken
In the museum of the broken, there's a watch wrapped in a bloody cloth. It stopped at 4:17 p.m. Not because time ended, but because someone's did. The glass is cracked. The hands never moved again. Visitors always ask why no one repaired it. One says, "Some clocks aren't broken. They're just faithful to the last second someone was still here." © amimoh_creatives
