Time times time

I like clocks.

Their ticking and the slow march of time.

Has it been 10 minutes?

I look back on the time I spend with grandpa and my siblings. It was all so fleeting.

Yet at times I feel almost imprisoned by time itself as the handle stopped moving.

What does it take to escape its grasp?

Has it been 2 hours and 17 minutes already?

I look at the clocks again, the handles are gone. As I blink, the clock starts losing shape.

Before I knew it, it has been 8 hours, right on the dot, or I would assume so.

Where has the time gone?