Thursday, March 27, 2008


Were all growing older as life falls through the hourglass. A pillar of my life that holds me up to stay higher than the rest and even though were all dying I see no need to start counting the beats in my chest. As the crocodile chases we must chase it back, fighting every tick till our last breath. And with every drop of sand that falls, I want to cherish every grain. Like fairy dust every speck of life should be magical and even when my hair is gray I will remain in neverland forever.