A part of me regrets, wishes I could take it all back. A larger part of me hopes and wonders about the endless possibilites and chances... wants so much to let it blossom and grow. But time the horriblly merciless menance torments my heart and soul. I am weary as a thousand daggers stab at me, with the pain squeezing me sometimes blinding me. And I want to revert to days when the pain was halved, shared by two... but I stall. I lament. I stand silent and still, continuing my search for answers in strange places.