Winding Backwards

Reckless abandonment, leads to hopeless dreaming, but what are we without our dreams?

The cold, stale, hatred from life is constantly breathing down our necks.

Instead of ignoring it, we prod and provoke the hornets nest.


I do so declare, that any living being, should do so in deed.

Grab each moment as if it were your last.

A very contrary saying, but significant throughout the centuries.


Time grows smaller and smaller.

Youth looks forward to growing up, while the old wither and perspire.


The optimism, is that there is more for us out there, beyond the stars.

The realist, understands that this might be it.


My biggest fear, will be my biggest regret; to enjoy the little things.


I reject self reflection for my past sins, but instead look forward to creating new ones.

Without them, time stops.


The clock stops ticking.