Scars of the hand that grip tightly to the rope of the past will never heal.
It can bleed endelssly, for as long as you permit it to, for as long as you hold on.
Fighting the flow of time, you can never be victorious.
Only you are left bruised, trampled on and grown weary.
Love and affection, those are things that you felt only with your mind.
It is a fact you can never beat time, but truly, you are never defeated.
For time can only go on one direction.
But you, your ideals are timeless and infinite. You are more than just a passerby.
Never succumb yourself to aimless judgments, or things that cannot be undone.
Strive for the good, or better yet, keep that goodness in your heart.