I run around frantic, trying to find the secret to beauty and the purpose of time, always running, always forward never backward, never ceasing, always going. Tick tock, how much longer will the seconds keep passing in motion with the inhale and exhale of the shield around my heart? Tick tock, Long enough to find the time, that won’t go on forever? Or the beauty that holds no secrets, but is running right beside me?
She Writes Love In Ink 