Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Don’t let time run past you, when life puts you to the test, don’t resort to writing the answers on the palm of your hand. The ink will only smear and poison your blood. The clock explodes, springs and bolts fly outward into the dark night. The number’s that were so delicately painted on by the man, peel off in no time. Time takes no mercy on labeling your life with seconds and minutes. Meaningless words made to measure your journey on earth.