Soon yesterday's tommorow will become today's yesterday. Soon yesterday will become two days ago, and two days ago will become a week ago. A week ago will become a month ago, and you know how it goes from there. For I can't get a grip on it, because the placehold never holds these moments in time. It's been slipping through my finger tips like grains of sand. It's been passing through like water that takes no shape, that never really stops to flow like this passing time. Then again what if their is no such thing as time. For it is no crime to imagine what it would be like without time. What if it's just something with no beggining, and no end. An endless series of events. Before there is an end, there must be a start, but after every end there's another start. So truly it can be said that nothing truly ever ends.