Time

Time, flowing by so quickly, time, that won't stop even for a moment. The days pass by like leaves in the wind, the years go by – without asking us. You wish you could stop it, you wish you could turn it back – but it doesn't listen, it doesn't know your prayers. Time… You can't rewind it, you can't hold it in your hands. Time… We have so little of it, yet we waste so much away. Ticking, ticking, ticking – and it never waits for us. Time. How many moments slipped through your fingers, how many words were left unsaid? How many times did you say "I'll do it tomorrow" – and tomorrow once again became today? You wish you could stop it, you wish you could turn it back – but it doesn't listen, it doesn't know your prayers. Time… You can't rewind it, you can't hold it in your hands. Time… We have so little of it, yet we waste so much away. Ticking, ticking, ticking – and it never waits for us. Time. Maybe it's not about trying to stop it. Maybe it's about being in it – truly being in it. With the ones you love, in the moments you have. Because each one of them will never come back. What remains are memories and scars, the faces of those who are no longer here. The echo of old conversations lingers – and the regret for time that's gone. Time… You can't rewind it, you can't hold it in your hands. Time… We have so little of it – don't waste it. Ticking, ticking, ticking – every moment could be the last. Time. …time… …time… ……