killing Time

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In each bright person there is some darkness. sometimes darkness takes over parts of your heart and you have to cut it into pieces to protect the the rest. you then try to hide the infected pieces and burry them in deep wells where they can't spread and ruin your happiness. But, just like all monsters locked up in deep dark wells, they start to howl and scream. So loudly to a point where you can't shut the voices from your head. And the monsters you thought you turned into gargoyles, are sparked back to life, ready to eat you up alive. 

And so everyone lives in battles, there is no winner or loser within yourself, only war loss, ruins, and you are your own casualty. And you have to pick up your own pieces and live on, convincing yourself that you can still be happy, you are still positive cause you survive each and every day. And there's TIME. Time is a beautiful trick.  Time erase it all they say, time can heal, time can forgive, time can forget, time is eternal and with time you can live.

But, Potanda is not convinced with time, as we said, she thinks it's a trick made by the brain to help you survive. We put so much value to time that it turned into a source of hope. " Time will pass and something's gonna happen to reward you for your losses". No. Can someone really replace your loss? Can something reward for real the suffer you went through!? No. You just make room for more. 

For the million years Potanda lived on earth, she tried everything to replace her losses. But each phase changed her and now she looks at the mirror barely recognizing her eyes. She is hurt, she is broken and mended, she is healing, she is happy, she is sad, she is everything and nothing. Each strum of pain playing on the strings of her heart, she is  feeling everything multiplied. And her love for the universe is driving her to dissipating her particles into pure energy. And her magic is becoming stronger. And as she's reaching out her hand to the sky, she's slowly elevating...

She's still not ready to fly. She WANTS one particular thing. And no, it's not killing time. 

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