Time January 27, 2017February 27, 2020 by Tomos James Time just runs, it races away and distracts, and soon enough time is done. We’re done. It’s done, everything. Memories, the lot of it — vague and crystal — none of them now, all of them then, and then nothing. Not even a name. Not every again. Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Tomos James Related