I count every minute. Rushing is true, no dreams are left and no way back. I am aware since long I am running out of time.
I hope you are well.
Steem on!
I count every minute. Rushing is true, no dreams are left and no way back. I am aware since long I am running out of time.
I hope you are well.
Steem on!
Perhaps we are not running out of time; we are time manifesting through us. Words give life to those minutes we too often overlook. As long as we can still see a star shining in the darkness, a dream may not be entirely lost. I feel well. Your Free Writer label is exquisite; it stimulates the appetite.