T.I.M.E.

Little girl with long curly hair, an entire future in the palms of her hands. She turned one day and asked her mother about where she would be in the future. Her mother responded by saying that the little girl would be somewhere in the world doing great things and that the only thing that could stop her was God and T.I.M.E. The tricky thing about time is that when you feel you have the most of it, you actually have the least of it. As the little girl grew into a young lady she began to notice that time had taken the ones she loved. Time had taken her stranger-like grandfather, cousins and other relatives. Time had also taken her Beloved, at the beginning of her third path. Time had made those around her physically weak and forced to deal with a point in which they would have to realize that they would not be here. Time took her sanity. Time made her bitter. Time took her heart completely away from her body because she didn't need it to live. All the time she was happy, she was sad because time wouldn't let her thoughts be free. Her thoughts had to deliberate. Time took her friends, especially the ones she prayed for. But most importantly, time took her hopes for a better future, because she wasted time enjoying the present. The little girl, now a young lady, looks to time for nothing, because it did not wait for her and it took too much from her. So time and time again, she killed herself with a clear glass and a poisonous death.