The clock goes tick tock.......

Ticking of the clock is always a reminder of the falling sand that washes through our hands and flies off with the wind. 

Time itself is meaningless. 

But time in its totality is all there is. 

Every time we think about our past, all we see are pages of our memory that our lost forever.

Every time we wonder about our future, all we see are shadows of what could be, something we can never touch. 

Our past will always be something that eluded us, left us and no matter what we try , it will be like burnt ashes , scattered and lost.

Our future, will always be within arms length but we will never be able to touch it, hold it, feel it.

In reality all we truly have is the second that we live in.

The moment in which we live is all there is to our life. 

Everything else is like waves of the ocean that crash and fall and wash away , never coming back. 

Time is all there is and all there never was.

It could also be, that everything there is, every second it becomes the past.