Time

by Roxy   Feb 21, 2006


Minutes feel like the hours of eternity.
Counting down to our own bereavement.
Time rushes by as we fade away into the unknown.
With every second we get older and with every breath we get closer to our last.
Time is uncontrollable.
Whizzing past as we watch our life play out;
but some things are too powerful to see.
We must follow our intuition as we journey into the world of no return.
Waiting for our last moment of life on Earth so that we may begin a new one.
In a place that our eyes can't see, but our hearts lead the way.
Time...

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