In an hour a season has passed. The days march on relentlessly — such is the way of life. Stand still and people will pass you, walk on, things will fly by and be gone. Where did the years go? Time is the inevitable wheel that arcs on, whether you go with it or not. The years have easily slipped from my hands; not like sand, but the railing of an entire world turning away, slipped from my grasp within the one second of my confusion. And there was nothing to stop it. When it turned back, I could still recognize it as a world, but not the world I left — that left me. Not quite.
Where has today gone? It's still doing it, time, though not quite at the pace it had been then. Months pass and I feel like I've gotten nothing done. Not the real things, the things that matter to me. I've done things for other people because they pay money for me to do them, and that is the only reason. Such is mine and countless others' lot in life. But you know what? I pray that Someone upstairs may grant me a second to catch my breath, because I think I perhaps am ready. Maybe today, maybe tomorrow: this world that's flying by, this train that never stops: I'm going to hop on.
Mark Kim
6:56am tuesday, 14th may
Really like your shit man.. keep it up
Paul Kwon
6:56am tuesday, 14th may
Hey man, i really like your shit.. seriously
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6:39pm tuesday, 14th may
Something amazing is happening to someone right now. You just might be next.
Mark Kim