Time

Debris of shattered memories wash up on this forgotten shore. The ebbs and tides of time, never wavering; never ceasing... Another Christmas day comes and goes. Another conflict... Another war... Peaceful Easter afternoons give way to screaming fits of summer, and the cycle repeats ever so rudely... Complaints echo in our heads of the slow passing of seasons, and then, on our death beds, we beg for one more brief moment. Another moment of that sweet feeling of love, or compassion. Just one more second of the warm sun on our faces... To hear our babies cry just once more... To have our hearts broken, just to still have the ability to feel anything at all...