Life is pointless once one can no longer remember what life is.
What is life? What does it mean?
No one knows, not even me.
Time flows quickly when one looks back. Time goes slowly when looking forward.
Why is this? Why does this happen?
Maybe some day, one shall know and be able to tell me.
Rosalinda Plaisance · Thu Jun 04, 2009 @ 10:17pm · 0 Comments |