Time Itself Doesn’t Heal.
"Along with Athena, you have to move your hand."
What? What do you want, wind?
I’m watching you for over a minute now. You became extremely tense, making my walking difficult.
Are you trying to test me? Do you want me to prove something? Do you want me to realize that I can keep walking, no matter what? Is that the point?
Look at me, then! I keep walking, though my face is exposed to cold, my hair has almost been uprooted from my skull, my eyes become watery by your force, and my body struggles to resist retreating! — Stop asking if I’m pissed. Of course I am! For now — . And, I keep walking.
So, what? Is that all? Am I considered strong now?
Oh, God! If only it would be that easy!
Just keep walking isn’t enough. It isn’t the point.
How I keep walking though, — oh yes! — there is a point in that.
Will I keep walking still being pissed with you?
Will I blame you for the fact that I’m going to be late for an appointment for which I didn’t depart on time from home?
Will I get stuck to the “windy” situation even when I’ll return home?
Will I ruin the rest of my day, by narrating the unpleasant experience?
Will I pass on the responsibility for myself to a simple, natural…
