There's no time to think, and yet it seems to stand still, the roses do seem to smell better here... just below this hill. It does not appear to be running out.. though I feel it's constant pressure.. the path to follow seems more narrow now... with time and space to measure... I dont think I should do it.. though the responsibility starts to mount.. the ticks of the clock faster now.... the tocks get harder to count....
Reason for writing:
time and shit
Birth sign: Aries
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