it was always this times wherein minutes skips like seconds, in which minds were an unorganized office with workers hastily working to finish projects that are hours near to their due dates.
it was always this times the sky was at peace, just like how the ocean reflects it, masking the chaos living underneath of its depths.
and it was always this times where a scream can pierce easily to the stillness of the air, yet no voice can break free from ots containment.
i h8t this times.