Time is a funny thing. It ticks along, never ending, never pausing, never speeding up. It's the heartbeat of the world. It ticks off the number lost and the number found, the number gone and the number born.

Time keeps ticking until the end of... The world since time never ends.

Time just ticks along like a train on a never ending rail.

Time is what we make it and how we choose it.

Time is taken for granted.

We waste it and when it's gone... We realize what we've lost.

A/N: I'm probably going to be updating this story more from now on, btw.