Time flies

A wise man once said:
its not the quantity of years in your life that matters,
its the quality of Life in your years that matters.

It's a strange feeling;
To know that what seemed like yesterday, was actually yesteryear.
To know what we thought was young, is actually kinda old.

Change is the only constant they say.

I struggle to recognise the old faces.
My face struggles to recognise its own paces.
I cant help the feeling
the hands just wont stop moving

It's been one year and 5 months, since i last wrote.
And we're all cliche for a reason; time does indeed fly by.