My mum always told me time was precious. But now only when time has ran out , do i fully understand what she meant. If i had only known. Maybe. Just maybe, things would have changed. But that's only a maybe. A what if. But now there's no time, there's no point. Time measures your life but , who knew it measured happiness.
Time is like a novel. You are like the author. Many people before you have written a new version of time. Their own time. This is your time.
You can change your time.
Well that's what i used to believe, but now.
Time has run out...
