Time Ticked in the Story

Many years have passed he is still walking to embark on a future on a path that he himself does not know where to lead. Every moment he kept walking towards the path he wasn't sure about. Seconds in his life he walked towards and followed the path that had been outlined on him.

Happy days when childhood and with loved ones and loved ones are now gone, lost in time with new steps he continues to take to be able to continue to face the life that is ahead to keep trying to find the meaning of life to feel again what has been lost.

Just go with the flow that continues to encourage him to keep going even though in his heart he is always wavering, and doubting. The beauty of the world does not stop him from taking his foot in the road. He knows there is love and love around him, even though the heart always longs for time.

Time pursued his journey where he had to walk and chase all his sweet dreams. Without realizing it, now his steps were getting weak and tired. But when he saw her smiling she kept getting up and chasing and continuing the journey that felt so close. He could only step on the path that had become his path to walk.

Before his eyes were closed by the darkness of the night he continued walking and walked silently towards the point of light that caught his eye. Now he has come to the path he took a moment to dream of. Now he has arrived and grabbed the time that was wasted on his busy life. Now see the colors in the intimacy of love that will never fade.

Is it true that it will not fade away like the embroidery he had been through, because no one in life knows the meaning of the future? Karma or everything about life, religion, society, and of course everything is the same will be felt by every human being who walks on earth. Some were able to survive, some struggled for a moment, some gave up, some didn't care.

Thinking about tomorrow, what will be through, talked about, fear of death will come before seeing what his big dream is. Don't want to waste time, keep going time never stops. It was lonely, lonely, the situation that was actually lonely in the time he had passed, it only looked busy like a mirage that he continued to pass.

Morning fell, the blades of sunlight burst on the eastern horizon, and the sky was not so blue when the little birds on the ring began to sing seductively. The morning breeze blows slowly, greets the dewdrops tiptoeing on the leaves of the leaves, intercourse among the green grass, and then evaporates in the warm sunshine.

There are many things that he has to do quickly, fix the negligent crumbs that are still scattered about, wipe the alpha that often stagnates, wash away the mistakes that don't come true, and start arranging what is not yet ordered. Everything must be fast and complete, before the age set. And he left when he saw the future was already waving at the end of the road...