The Simple from the Prudent

I used to want a simple life. A quiet and simple life; one that is not riddled with all the incontinence of life. I just wanted to be simple and understood.

Everything is Infectious

A drop of ink dropped in my glass of water and all of a sudden, all the purity of the water was gone. My friend's torchlight was all the light we had in pitch darkness and at that point it was more than all the light my eyes has ever seen. A little lie to all the effort I had made the other day caused me so much unease like I had lived a lie all day. Just like one smile from that little baby and the sparkle from the eyes was enough reason even in all my pain to find a reason to live and smile again. You see, everything in life is infectious.

Burning My Time Cart

Over the ages, the timeless nature of time has stayed faithful. For this reason, it has been seen in varied forms, modeled and pursued differently by every clime and race. Somehow, we all have something we have to do and without time limits, we will someday achieve them. So man has an albatross and its named time.