There has been days when i've spent hours absolutely unconscious of time.. Cars would pass by honking yet unnoticed, sun would scorch me away to scars just to get ignored and sometimes it would be the rain who gets snubbed, because I would be busy chattering my head away. Thoughts would get promptly converted to words, with shy filters turned off. Promise I don't remember a word I uttered, but I recollect feeling light at the end of every such day.. I would let the clock decide my appetite, wheels decide my direction and just sit back taking the cool air on my face.. Call it time travelling or clock cheating by moving hours ahead in seconds. From what I remember most of these days were saturdays which dawned with a lie and darkened with a wave.