Time, will never ever be on hiatus. That's what makes life's so difficult.
Quite a statement, isn't it? A simple line so effectively surpassing the not so good ol' cliche 'The world never stops revolving.'
Everywhere, every second, that skinny hand races on the clock's stern facade, inexorably to allow that old crone, one of the Fates to snip our life thread off with her merciless shears.
If I could, I would make time come to a stop.
Everyone, everything; freeze.
I just want to breathe, and stare at the sky. Is it still the brilliant azure in the day, the comforting navy canvass in the night? I don't remember anymore.
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