Time flies by, smirking as he goes, while Eros’ tears trickle down like raindrops on a window. Hope fights for a spark in the ever-growing darkness, as the warm sunset fades into a cold oblivion. Only I remain. Wisdom whispers into my ear like a fly whizzing around my brain numbing any trace of sensation. The buzz grows and tunes out any sounds of regret. The will to fight pushes me on and on, day after day, chasing the blurry dream being reflected in the watery solution that fills my eyes until it races down that same old window beating Eros to the finish line. Only I remain. My words flee as the fire building inside is extinguished by waves of fear. My brain sends signals to my hand but the pen simply falls out of my grasp. Only I remain. Gusts of praises and astonishment bombard me every day, yet every day they knock me down. I look to the dawn, at renewed possibilities, until reality strikes me like lightning, breaking open the once calm sky. Every day is the same fight with no predictable ending, but I continue. I take each painful step knowing that others have it harder, that I am fortunate to be drowning in my own sea of self-deprecation. I am fortunate. I have it easy. I should be happy. But fighting for a happy ending that seems so unattainable, so unimaginable, it is torture. To want to succeed for myself seems impossible, but somehow, I remain. I wake up each morning and start all over. I fuel Hope’s fire and wipe away Eros’ tears. But Time still flies by, and my words still flee, and in the end, only I remain.