The time we are given, our very life, flows
between our birth and our death like a river.
What a fickle river! At times
peaceful, serene, healing....
dangerous, unpredictable, deadly....
And it can Boil! O how it Boils!
Two days the river boiled, and looking back
how could I not have noticed? And still
the very thought makes me feel like time
is boiling me away...and at times I wish it would.
I feel a burning at my face.....time? No, my tears,
hot as embers upon my cheek. Now my throat burns,
alas it's just the wine to help me forget those two
days I remained silent. Now my chest is aflame, but
not in joy like before. That is where those two days
went, to my heart, and still the river boils like the
styx! It must be that foul tributary, because only a
river from hell could burn like this. Two Days and
it was lost to me! How I long for oblivion , if that
is what it takes, to halt this pain. Still, I would
not trade those few moments of bliss for this torment
to end. How I wish I could fight the hellish current
of time! To swim back and makes things like they should be.
To have told you how I felt when it could have made a difference.
Why do I feel this way?!! Is this pain reserved only for
us mortals? If so the Gods are luckier than us and
yet....for them I feel sad.

It's strange, but the burning is the only reason I even know
I still have this heart of mine. The pain, the only way I know it
still beats. They say "It is better to have loved and lost...",
how true these words are and yet how foolish.

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Valnuary, in the year 319 AF.