The cruel hands of time

Why take me back
To a better place in time
When I’ll end up again
In a place I don’t want to call mine.
The same choices provide
The same heartbreak
At the cruel hands of time.

If I could fast forward
Through the place where this ends,
Would it be better
When I begin again.
What would I have missed
Lost by the cruel hands of time.

The pieces are still there
But harder and harder to find.
I hate this disease
That wields it’s sword of loss with
The cruel hands of time.

Can I be blamed
For wishing a quick end
To the long goodbye
By the slow cruel hand of time.

Art Journal: Meditative

Using some clear texture paste and crackle paste to give dimension.

This one is just calming and soothing with all the green. A reminder to slow down, take a deep breath, and chill.