Time take not my hand. Run not with me so. I want to grow old one day at a time, I want to stop and pant, not speed on. I'd rather stumble on the way on the treadmill of fate than run straight from 9 to 5 toward the finish line.
Hold On, Time
Author: Vincent Mars
I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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