Time Cliff

I walked upon the edge of time itself. I looked down into the endless vast sequences of life and upon the swirls of it all. Seconds ticking constantly in the clock of my own making which I now held in my hands, feeling it's wooden features. I carried it around with me as I frolicked along the cliff side of everyone's mountain of time. When people say they have no time, they have almost all of world's time. I sat down and stared at my clock. 11:59.59. My time was about to run out. Somehow, my time froze and now I found myself here; sitting with life and time. I pressed my thumb against the second hand and pushed it forward one more millisecond. I am now laying in a pool of my own blood next to the truck that had hit me in the right side of my head. My eyes just stared at the sky and time had started to move. I heard someone call "Ambulance! We need an Ambulance!". They just didn't understand; my time had just ran out.