Stagnant Waters

When water is stagnant, in a crystal class or a reflective pond, it's not really at a stand still. The molecules still flow over each other but in a manner that is imperceptible to the human eye. Absolutely still, yet innately motile. Is that what happens to me too when I come to a full halt in my life? Going absolutely nowhere in the eyes of an outsider, but internally constantly changing? A cryogenic homo sapien. A television screen permanently paused on a dismal frame by child who has been called away by his mother never to return. The hourglass of my life is full of not sand but of decaying flesh. Slowly breaking down and emitting a putrescent fume that poisons those near me and depositing a foul sludge into the chamber below. Producing acid that eats away the structural timekeeper itself. The only force present is that of gravity.