Not a moment slips past its careful eye /
Time – / stands – immobile / and ever alert,
Nothing in this world is made to last.Once the final day comes, we all will be asked,about every moment we…
There’s a really curious, almost fantastical quality to how we perceive death On the one hand, there’s a fear that…
The end of the road is a perilous place The end still hasn’t come and the road gloats in my…
He could see the time pass,His children grew, going from the innocent and helpless,To the strong and independent men and women they…
At first, I simply thought I didn’t matter. Not necessarily because my voice, being so soft, was ignored or spoken…
I didn’t know how much more I could take. I wanted to scream. I checked the clock for the umpteenth…
How I longed to live in those moments that passed. Though stationary I sat, inside I was going fast. For…
