King Time slips away, often leaving broken bottles that once contained beautiful dreams. We move along the river, slowly but steadily away from the bubbling spring of birth until we pass into the vast ocean of human history.
Lives cut tragically short as some live to be ancient without ever risking and thus never living.
Lives and events dance around one another like fireflies swarming on a hot summer night. Lights shoots through prisms, scattering into the colors that shape ideas, thoughts, and emotions. Brilliant at their source point, the lights fade and weaken with distance only to be overlayed by the shine of others. As time ever passes, we know we will never have this very moment ever again. Truly, we are never as young as we are right now.