To remain silent is to suffer the immeasurable Anguish of second thoughts. Time continues to drift, while the unprepared world Stumbles to an inevitable downfall. For it has become the past. The future lies ahead in a haze. The winding road shortens, as the question remains.
Seconds turn to minutes, minutes turn to hours, Hours turn to days.
Within the sparkling flicker of a moment, All hope can be lost, or all dreams can become reality. If only the choice were that simple. Life is a stream of endless pain and insecurity. Randomness increase with each breath exhaled. Matter changes but never disappears.