I'm unsure which is moving faster the cars barreling down the hill or time? I closed my eyes, yesterday, and woke up almost thirty two years removed from my childhood and I have zero idea as to how this has happened. Today is my father's birthday and I greeted him with a handshake and a hug and he looked me in my eyes and said, "Enjoy these days for they're fleeting and you'll only have memories of me soon."

The same can be said of so much, we're all ghosts within a shell.