Time can be described as an instrument of closeness to darkness.

If the people governing you could burden you for suicide, it would be quite a hefty fine.

The mind is a curious thing, whether we believe that or not, as far as not our brain will.

Dance with the music and I promise you that the music will dance back.

Words are magic to those who chose to listen, to those who don’t are bones.

Time never stands trial for murder. Time also endeavours to cure the ones condemned to sorrow, in reflection of this tragic chore.