just a matter of time

If you have to choose the font you want to use to write, you dont really have anything to say!....



"They dont make happiness in my size"

Time has no remorse, It always outstays its welcome. For some, Time Is the Hour hand, for others its a countdown. In most cases time is something we always seem to countdown. Time always reminds us of the minutes we are loosing. Time even has a way of pressing on faster than usual. Time is held in the moon, the stars, the turning of the earth, we revolve, plan, and put our trust into time. Isn't it ironic that time, a minute, an hour, a second can bring forth such emotions; Time of Birth, the hour of your death, the second of your tears, the minutes that drag. Time is; a minute to explain, an hour before dinner, a deadline in an office, The clicking of a picture, The shortcut that turns out to be just the opposite. A second thats too long, the years it takes for the body to deteriorate, The months it takes for your first step. If Anything we invaded times space... its was just a matter of time.