My life as I dream it

That what pleases the eye brings comfort.

If it warms our hearts we take pleasure in looking.

Will time be the judge of what is right and wrong?


Time has been here for so very long, long before you and me and long before our grandparents and so long before those before them that I think time has forgotten to care all along... I am sure time has no memory left of what happened between us, or the right and wrong we did to each other and, I am sure, it never will... Time will never judge, only will it remember...