How much time do we have? It's a question that haunts me everyday, especially as I mark the four year anniversary of the day I nearly died. There are so many thing we want to do and say and when we are not living that particular moment, it all seems so easy to just say what we want and need to say. It's just that for all our words, it's during the moment that we just watch the parade go by. We watch with every face, with every smile, with every tear, and with every blink. I can see the end coming and can see it all slipping away. If it was ever there to begin with? But, maybe it's a dream. If it is, then I'm so scared to wake, because I don't wanna feel any other feeling.