Ghostwriter
I don’t know about you, but the days are long. Some days seem to never end. You have so much to do and the list is never finished. You work, struggle and collapse at the end of the day. Then suddenly you realized that spring came and went and you hardly noticed.
What are we doing with our time. Time cannot be replaced. You can’t ever get that moment back. Are we suppose to watch the minutes, days, months, or years. Are they all passing by without us evening creating the memories we want to hold. It is probably different for everyone.
Are your days long, and the years short?
