Has it really been a year? i sit here in remembrance of all that had occurred in one single solitary year. It goes back even farther than that though. 20 years since i was born, 5 years since i had escaped, 5 years since i became trapped, 4 years since i had lived, 1 year since i escaped. 1 year since i became free to live and die in my own way.
Time is so much more than the essence of numbers. It holds so much more meaning than that itself. Time heals all, time wounds all, time drives one mad, and makes one sane.
Â I wish i had more time
To live, to love, to struggle, to succeed, to hurt, to heal, to care, to show joy and gratitude. to learn the answers to the question why.
but why not?
or why cant i?
Why cant i love, and care, protect, and cater to everyone? Â why can i not give to the world what it is that i have never had.
because i dont know that which i have not experienced