theallknowingtak:

I am but a dreary soul who forgets the path which I am on, at points I forget memories and where the time has gone, but time is a measurement of our lives, we use time to count the days till we die, as the big hand hits 4 the small one to 3, we measure our sadness but also glee, I’d love to sit and chat to pass the time, but then again time is nothing but all in our minds