The Time

The Time

Time slips away, silent and cruel, leaving behind bursts of laughter and bright days that will never return. We find ourselves dreaming of the past, caressing memories like ghosts, both gentle and painful. Each dawn brings the shadow of the unknown, and the fear of tomorrow seeps into our stolen moments. And yet, despite its escape, life whispers through memories: it was beautiful, it is beautiful, and it slips away before our eyes like sand through our fingers.