Time is quite the fickle thing.It's an unnerving conundrum,an extraordinary paradox, awelcome bliss.

In my experience, however,time is nothing more thana cold-hearted trickster.

For as long as I can remember,I've been told that I have time.I have time to do what I want.I have time to be who I want to be.If that's the truth, then tell me.Whisper it in my ear.If I have all the time in the world,then why do I feel it slipping from me?