10th December, 1988

rnTime. It has passed,rnFlowing life like a river,rnAway from it’s source,rnDrawing further and further away.

And yet the knife is still there.

Time. Soothes all sorrows,rnReleases fears, calms minds,rnOr so we are told,rnTold that Time heals all wounds.

But not this one.

Time. It only lengthens the pain,rnDraws out the memories,rnBut it is a part of me now.

If… If only…thesernHaunt me now.

What might have been,rnWhat could have been,rnWhat should have been.

Time. Not merciful, notrnSadistic. It merely exists andrnIn doing so, it causesrnGrief, pain, incompleteness.

But Time has shaped me,rnFormed me into what I now am,rnGiven me my thoughts, my emotions,rnMy life.

I cannot hate Time forrnWhat it is, or what it does. I can only accept it.

Accept what I wish so greatly to forget.

Alcatar’iel.

-Andiyar