Where is My Heart?
I could hear the continuous thunder from our window, but that was typical weather on the current West coast. I lay there while my disbanded memories fogged my thoughts. I playfully thumbed the watch on my right wrist. I still continued to wear it religiously, even though I no longer bothered to look at the time. The numbers that surrounded the circular dial no longer told you when your life started, when to go to bed, or where you had to be. At times I asked myself why I continued to wear it. It was probably from a sentiment of when time mattered. I only had two things left from modern civilization, my old watch and a gold locket, which I got from my last memorable day.
