July 8th, 2012
The days are fleeting, these moments fly by without so much as a “Hi, how are you today?”. Where do they all go in such a hurry? Am I that bad of company? They all scurry past me like white rabbits with pocket watches, where must they be that they are so late? Can they not stay and have a cup of tea with me? I may be mad, but I sure do want to cherish every moment that I have, because each moment is a miracle.
Meghan Seim