My life, a pocket-sized stint of time. A toothpick in the jaws of reality. But I’ve had aspirations, ever since I was young. I’ve had numerous views about the state of the future. Journalism was my dream but time was taken up by the reality of anxiety. As it turned, songs echoed in the back of my head. Solitude never ceased but tides shifted and the anthem was snuffed out of its flickering being. Time ticked on and the future always promised.