Friday, January 30, 2009

Roses

Time. An inescapable force. Everyone walks to their own time. Never stopping, Never waiting, just

moving along with the rest of the crowd. Can't they see just how bothersome that is when they

don't stop to see the rain. They just continue to go along with their own utterly stupid problems.

You all worry about the petty things that should never even be bothered with. Can't they just learn

to stop and smell the roses. If they actually looked around to see what all of this neglect was doing,

what would they say? Only time will tell.

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