I need time… Time to heal, to move on with my life, to find the path again. Time… to do whatever is necessary. The path is no longer as clear as it was. Blurred and terraformed every step I take, it is never, never real…
Cannot time run its course,
faster and more swiftly for me?
Tired am I of waiting, waiting for thee.
Time is my master, it cannot be controlled,
I wish I could push it, make it run like the wind,
but now I know that it is not possible,
because it is all relative;
and my mind is the only thing that runs forward.
Backward is everything else; lost to space and imagination,
Time is my lover and enemy, my bearer of emancipation.