A Light in Dark Places

The Poetry of Time

The problems of this world are so set in people who must strive to be able to find themselves in sight of solutions of their own; escapism in time may shortly relieve them, and theyll be able to relax from these issues. Whatever time they can consider timeout to let their hair down is a much-needed part of life for them and, as such, always considered a high point from where they are more freely able to share things that they are not able to say to others around them in their own place from where the problems arose. This is a common need of so many. As I am a good listener, I would see if maybe I would be able to do something simple in a short time; it is always considered a good thing to be able to help them enjoy the short time in reason to the answers they needed more than they may have been able to search for or indulge in the same free thought given to us in our spare time. This is what they say about time; it is to be considered precious for this reason. And these people, being our friends, are just as important to our night or day and company that indulging them is always considered to be the best solution as we are never ones, any of us, who will leave our friends behind. Even leaving them feeling what would ultimately be impressed on all our free time together in the manner of what those feelings meant to them. The words for such understandings could only be passed in such little time we had to consider. The same things sound the identical motions of poetry designed in the art of the occurrences that create such words.