Time happens. It's the clock on the wall that never stops ticking, even long after the batteries are dead. Time is what goes on, regardless of whether the people you started your journey with, still accompany you or not.
Time is a rude ride, leaving some behind while hurrying others to their beds in the soil. All in all, Time is not kind.
If I could take back time to days when her voice was just a phone call away, I wouldn't hesitate to make my way back.
If I could steal time I would. Like a thief in the night, I would snatch it up and drown myself in the moments of where I was someone's little girl.
If I could give back time, I wouldn't wait. An unwanted trinket I would gladly give back if it meant I was back to those lazy Sunday morning where I would climb into my mothers bed, secretly loving the warmth of it.
Nothing and no one has been as cruel, deceptive and abusive to me as Time.
It was said by some smart ass, some time, that Time heals all wounds while a different smart ass all together said Distance makes the heart grow fonder... Both of them were right, and wrong...
So now, all I have is Time. Time alone, Time for life, Time for friends... Time without my Mawe, Time alone, Time without my mother. Just, Time.
And I would rather I didn't.
