Citas

"When we are born, we are allocated a finite number of seconds. Each tick of the clock slices off a piece of us. Tick. A possibility for joy is gone. Tock. A careless word ends one path, opens another. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Always running out of time. Yours is almost used up. You're between seconds - lost in the infinite possibilities between tick and tock. Tick. You're alive. Tock ... Well, it was a good life, but a short one. Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick..."