We all think that we have time, but how bright will our flame last?
The world is moving fast. I have to move faster.
There are twenty-four hours in a day, sixty minutes in an hour, and with every blink, leaves a second from the plentiful sixty.
Yesterday, I burned two candlesticks. The flames swayed in tandem, back and forth. Time almost stopped. It looked like dancing until it stole the air around me.
It took six hours for the light to flicker away. Watching it burn was like watching time pass.
Time passes fast.
And the sparks can only last for so long. It’s impossible to work faster than time.
At least my mind runs marathons around it before I give out. Time will not stop for me.
Olyvia Guo 