What is time but moment's broken in to minutes hours days and months.
Listening to the husstle and bussle of the hunt.
To find that little peace within.
Something,that may seem to bring you happiness in a brief moment but seems to leave a stain within.
Prehapes it is the hussle and bussle of time that has you counting down the rime even in your mind.
But Prehapes this is...