Time never stops. It keeps going without me, waiting for me to catch up. I’m always stuck in the past. The past is filled with love, betrayal and pain. Can I go farther, is there hope? Where there is hope, there are trials. “Go on,” says the voices in the distance, howling through my head.

But the trials- they’re too difficult. If not now, maybe I’ll try again tomorrow. Tomorrow means never. Stuck, empty nothing. The black abyss swallowed the innocent.