The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
May peace be with you
I am no longer angry with RT. Just that when the trust is broken, it is difficult to mend it back. There's just no basis for a relationship.