Its 1 A.M. The clock is ticking like it doesn’t care. Who is awake to listen to it. Or who is asleep ignoring it. But life isn’t a clock. It does care. Who is asleep. Who is awake. The rhythms keep going though. The hearts stay beating though. But life. THE life. It isn’t there sometimes. When one cannot even feel the beats. When words fall short. When tears get dried. When feelings get numb. When future seems nothing but dark. When lights go off. When hope gets blurred. When you are drenched in fear of unknown. When your reflection gets scary. When everything is cold. Colder than the coldest. Darker than the darkest. That is when life’s clock stops ticking.