Time changes everything
Time nurtures a sprout to grow into a magnificent tree
Time rips apart our flesh until the earth can reclaim it
...Time heals wounds
...Time tortures souls
A small child broken into pieces hides behind a false face...
...each time the mask becomes cracked, another is placed upon it
Retreating into oneself
The outer layer, a strong beautiful woman
The core, unrecognizable as something that was ever alive
Like that of a nesting doll...
...Different faces of different stories...
Each more pitiful than the one before it...
No one wants to put back the shattered pieces of a little girl
No one wants to see the pain in her eyes
So they pretend the mask is real...
Everyone plays along with the tail the woman spins
...for the reality is far too ugly
...for she is far too broken to be repaired
...and soon enough Time will erase her story forever