Clocks slay time - time is dead as long as it is being clicked off by little wheels; only when the clock stops, does time come to life?
Re-read the inevitable rulebook of our society and hence our lives.
I feel like being a romantic chic at times. Love is the child of curiosity and father of depression. I would love to say a ‘NO’ to its proposal. Let it be a single parent.
I wonder, if you are like me. Do you feel the same? Do you like being alone but not lonely?