The time, it has no meaning to me anymore. I simply move as the clock runs. But I live for the day that all is lost. The day that my time stops, I have so many questions. to many questions; like when my time stops does yours too or when mine stops what happens to the time I used? However no one cares about that everyone simply comes and goes.
Short story's by me!
By bugsychase
Just short story's I always come up with these and just thought it would be fitting to share them. More