A seconds still

At the time my hopes were high as I dwindled through country lanes. I was young and reckless too, yet in my silent manner which was not so noticeable. You'd have to look to see. 

"Right then, come along," said the  man when we reached the doors and with a swift push inside there I was. I thought to myself at the strange commodity I had brought myself to. it was a time where nothing stood still and everything, in a millisecond would move. I guess I had a slight fear, it with its weak voice would remind me on ocassion, a seconds still could be lost in a flinch. 

Then placed in front of me was a huge dish, plates of fish, chicken, all meats, veg, nutrients, the odd apple that my unfussy tongue would devour down in seconds. And then, "right then, come along" said the man and it was time to lounge on the lace covered furnishings,  the fluffy pillow, drown into sunken sleep. 

But what about? 
You've got a brain haven't you. 
The words ringed against my protest. Amongst all the ravishing beauty's lay a hidden evil. It was breathless as it overcome me. It was the realisation, I had no camera A camera? You laugh. It was a tool indispensable to me at that moment though, a way in which I could record information I wished. Forever more. A souvenir. Timeless against seconds ticking. 

 Tick tick. Shorter now, I waddle through rough narrow paths a dot on your technical map, an older pamphlet. Not so worn though, still reckless as the foot traps and travels. And now a seconds still lives within you.