Time is always the enemy. It is a thief, constantly stealing those sweet autumn kisses, warm roaring laughter, and spring music and dance. Within those moments we are blind, constantly living in the moment, filming, photographing, recording, trying desperately to hold on to it. Time is sneaky and seeps into the eyelids of those who begin to tire, filling in the cracks and loose ends where we did not cover. It is able to catch every footstep without being out of breath.

Even some of the most memorable things fade as time constantly rubs against it. It's greedy and selfish for all the things it doesn't have, jealous of what were able to do. In some cases it takes so much that you can no longer remember anything. Deep in ourselves we pray that time will not choose us, that it we wont be those stuck in nothingness.

Time passes through even when it seems impossible. It will pity us at times at take those hours away waiting in the hospital lobby. All thought time may have a heart to worry over those it steals from, it will never stop, restless in its goal of taking everything. It will never cease as long as the sun rises and falls, and understands that it dominates all life. Unlike those overdriven with power, time will occasionally slow down or speed up for those in need. And after it takes so much from you, it begins to care for you. It helps you forget those painful memories and tries not to take so much from the joyful ones. Nevertheless, it will maintain its reputation of a thief with a smirk on its face taking from those who are younger and younger.