The war that was so certain to kill me the day it challenged me, shudders at the sight of the scar it gifted me, many years later.

The most patient mender, is named Time. No one questions him if they’re faithful. Yet, some disregard his lessons and takes him into their own hands instead.

I challenged Time many times. Many of those times was reminded by him of how stupid I was/am. He wasn’t ready to meet me, his battery used on me, wasn’t ran dry. “Not yet!”’he said.

“Do not rush me, you stupid girl. I am the timeless artist. Go against me, and you’ll be flagged for plagiarism! Do you not see the butterfly reminding you that your evolution will be beautiful in time? The butterflies know this, why not you?”