Time takes no pleasure in companionship, it walks alone to predestination in its own leap of faith having no regard for life. But if life sustains herself with sweat, blocks and a Bastille in the midst of more life, she will live throughout history above the cruel emptiness of time.
Today marks the day where I have been 22 years old for a month now. Wow. What a great feeling. You see, being 22 is not great because I can now sing the song “Feeling 22” by Taylor Swift with great relation but because this age marks the second year of my young adulthood. 397 more words