If you could turn back time, where would you go? What would you do? And would you do it?
Where did the time go? Particularly, the good ones. The carefree ones. Along with the people, time flew so fast. Before I knew it, I was left on my own. Alone. Hurting. Lost. Insecure. Misunderstood. Judged. Ignored.
Time. How precious. Every second of memory. Some treasured. Some forgotten.
Memory. How powerful. Every thought, every emotion it holds. When triggered or recalled, who knows the intensity of its impact in one’s being.
Time passes by. So do moments. Only memories remain. Until time runs out.
Time walks. Time runs. Time crawls. Time flies. But where does it go?