7/24/14 9:01 AM Quiet noise reverberates around the room where I rest my mind and body. Even the most lost of souls still travel along the path of time, moving forward despite any effort to remain hidden and motionless. Even the most hopeless moments of defeat, spent cowering in dark corners, won't cease the clock's tick. Even the most fearful avoidance of the future's arrival fails to remove its approach; resistance is futile. After all, surrender to despair is a choice that a statue may never step away from the safety of its fixed base, but over time, it spins with the planet through space around the sun in a vast galaxy of endless motion.
