Journal Entry no. 6
Time. Always so much of it, but never enough. Never enough. And I know it's the natural cycle of things, to live and to die - to lose. But it doesn't make it any less difficult, feeling helpless as time rushes past me in a silent blur, slipping through my frail human fingers as I reach out and try to hold it. But I cannot stop it. And it is gone. Just like you.
Time is just something by which we experience this life by, isn't it? And what if everything is happening, all the tim...