To have the possibility of death so close,
it hits you, all the wasted time. Memories of treasured moments come pouring
in.
And in the silence of the night, you hear
clearly the tick-tocking of time as it continues on, oblivious to emotions. Time
sees not the necessity to stop.
The fragility of life is like a mirror
falling; it shatters, tiny fragments on the ground. You stare helplessly,
struck with the realisation of the inability to pick up the pieces once it's
gone.
