Whew, okay, I don't even know if I'm making sense with this story, but what the hell. Now, like I said in my AN for Apparitions, on total Matthew Good Band high at the moment (If anyone even knows who they are) and this story is named after one of their songs, which is one of my fave songs. I just knew I had to shove 'Hello Time Bomb' into something somewhere, and I have succeeded. Also, the lyrics featured in this story are from another MGB song, called 'Running for Home' which is supremely beautiful and depressing. So...yeah. It's short, it's weird, but it's here and we have to live with it. Also, I wrote this straight after 'Apparitions', like, 2 seconds after, and I didn't even think for either of them, just let my hand do the talking, and I realised after that, in a way, this could be a prequel to 'Apparitions'. Like, in this one...well, you'll see, but...well, I don't know, I don't really think that, because they have two different aspects...oh, I'm not even making sense anymore, just please, read and review and I love you all! And PM me if you want to make sense of my ramblings right now...I said if..

I do not own friends/actors/characters/Matthew Good...again, but I do own...erm, the thirst to write more stories? Somebody, give me something to write! PLEASE GOD!

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He seems like he's searching for something, although it's unclear what.

His sanity, perhaps?

Or maybe some bullets to load in his gun and his forehead.

But that's preposterous because he doesn't even own a gun…

I close my mouth now and I scream

Time passes like a ticking bomb and we wait for the clock to reach zero, but it seems were stuck on .01, and I don't know whether that is a good or bad thing…

Talking like it's a reflex

He seems different today, like a man preparing to walk into the fire yet oblivious to the heat surrounding him.

I don't know…

I'm lost and I don't know how this is going to end…

After this there's just the circus

Time is coming to an end, yet fluctuating and I feel like I'm falling; I'm fallen and God, I don't know how he could feel, but then, I don't even know why he feels…

I open the door and there's nothing left redeeming

He reached zero today.

Hello time bomb, hello tears and pain, hello confusion and anger.

Hello everything.

Goodbye Chandler.