BY: KARINA JACQUALINE EMAN
Time forced me to move so fast.
I wasn’t even allowed to look back, to count how many steps I’ve taken, to regret the wrong path I’ve chosen.
Time is ticking too quickly. I can’t get the rhythm.
Don’t know yet how many second passed.
Time still continues to move away, cruelly, leaving me behind.
Now I am on the run. Chasing what is left.