We capriciously ask for things, though our greatest gift is ticking past us, moment by moment. Even with the briefest of pauses and with the most minuscule of sideways glances, time slithers past, confiscating the only irreplaceable measure of us.
We capriciously ask for things, though our greatest gift is ticking past us, moment by moment. Even with the briefest of pauses and with the most minuscule of sideways glances, time slithers past, confiscating the only irreplaceable measure of us.
P.S. Parenthetically Speaking 