Horseshoes and Hand Grenades

Time is relentless. After all that chasing and searching I did over the years, what I wanted finally just appeared in front of me. It was just as beautiful as I had always imagined. I heard stories and I had dreams of what it would actually be like and there it was, at last within arms' reach. I tried to grab it, but time had no intention of letting me taste this fruit that I had been waiting for for so long. Time told me that it was too late. Frustration grew and culminated in an explosion of anger, confusion, and hunger. I hated time. I hated the world for its cruel ways.

I suppose you can't fight time though. It will always win. I just hope when it said, "no" that it meant, "not yet."

Another unfortunate event for my own series. Wrong place, wrong time, wrong person. There is no blame to place. The timing was misplaced, unfortunately.

But the thing about time is that even though it cuts deeply, it heals all wounds. And I sincerely hope that it heals the both of us.

"Goodbye my love

You're brought back but you're running
I'll find sleep in the end tonight
I can't shake this little feeling
I'll never say anything right"

-bn