Wednesday, March 20, 2019

Fast Clocks

Time is so fickle. Here today, gone tomorrow. Rapidly slippin' into the future, time leaves everything she loves and everything she hates in the past.

Every time is later than the previous. Each recollection is a little more faded. Don't fail to reach out and grab her or you'll only lose more time.

Any time is the best time. You can't buy free time. Stop, and she'll pass you by.