When you do good things for people, you’ve created something to cherish and bank on the memory wall. But if there are no good deeds, later in life when you reflect on the past, the halls will be dreary and fruitless.
Give, it's time to. Its time too. Time to. Time.
Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.
She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.
Loneliness always eats up time, fills on depression where hands move slow, to reach out for a moment of care.
The distance of a voice, is only a short time away from touch.