LeeAgricola

I was sitting in my sisters Child Time center the other day waiting to take black and white pictures of the kids there, when I started to think to myself: seconds pass by one by one. And though I don’t know why I thought of the exact phase, it startled me because it opened so many thoughts and curious accusations. I thought to myself that this life, as you so unwilling wake in the morning and faithfully lay down as the moon shines in the sky, is realistically a time bomb drowning down by the seconds that sweep by everyday. As one second passes, another approaches and again falls into time and space; inevitably forgotten to the timekeeper