Say what you will

Time has a way of making us weary and lethargic. It steals our rights to memories we yearn to remember or to relive. It never comes back. Time makes us forgetful. It makes us cold, sad, pained and bitter. The sweet moments of life that mean so much to us are for us and us alone to keep in a safe planted deep in our minds. The only way to break the code of that safe and to extract its contents is ... time. Time knows the combination to every lock in ones mind. It seeps through and robs us of our precious moments. Why?

Sometimes, we leave those locks unattended and the door of our memories ajar hoping that time would take its action to rob those memories too .... yet like some cruel game, time doesn't come into that room. It leaves those memories inside for us to relive over and over like a painful carousel. Strange isn't it? Time.