If I could go back in time I would. Unravel the memories that I had so painstakingly woven with love, and so much heart. I was a bright eyed child then, with hopes and wishes still alight.
The memories made in sinful haste, and the memories forged with joyous wonderment-- they're somehow the same to me, marked with bitterness as I look back at them. In just a few turns, they would all be gone. Just like the tiny grains of sand escaping into the little hourglass that number every heartbeat, only to be toppled over, and start again.
Or fast forward into the future, to blissful oblivion.
Oh, how I wish I could travel in time, do anything to escape this horrendous reality.
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