Thursday, February 25, 2010

The days which were

And he couldn't hear anything anymore. So he picked up the old, broken guitar and began to strum it.
He heard the music, and he began to believe.
I used to think that time would wait for us. But to move forward while looking behind would make you trip and fall.
So I guess we should just walk, so that time doesn't run away.

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