Wednesday, August 25, 2010
6:51 AM ●

The hour glass sand, little has left. Running away
at light speed leaving nothing but regrets. Procrastination
is the word. Day and night, what have i been doing?
Time waits for no man and neither do i. Moving on with
hasty speed. The time that is lost must be retrieved. Strive
now! ONWARDS!

xxxxxx

( Run to the city. )