Time is all around us. Time is our every move. It’s what keeps us going. It is what seperates us. It is what brings us together. Time hurts us. Time heals us. Time is such a small thing. Yet it rules the world. Time is a clock that is always there. Just ticking away life. Counting down to our final days. Until the last second of our last hour. Where the clock stops. Where life stops. When the ticking noise is a faint memory of what was. A memory that will soon fade.