Friday, October 4, 2013


The way time passes by and sweeps off everything. It's almost exquisite.
There comes a time when all that's left is to write about it.
Writing is like cheating time. 
You steal a small fragment and keep it well hidden.
A memory to relive once in a while. 

Because, what noone tells you is that when you fall, by the time you stand up again, things may have changed.