The End of the Tunnel
Every day seems to be a pitched battle against time. A race against the void which stands at the end of our days. But what is the source of this…
Every day seems to be a pitched battle against time. A race against the void which stands at the end of our days. But what is the source of this…
At times I find it difficult to express how I feel about something I have seen or heard, or even life in general. What you say, think, and feel is…