the setience of time

sometimes i feel time as if it is a setient being. as if it has a will of its own. time heals everything, they say. everything he wants to heal, i say. for there are wounds time does not care to heal, feelings time does not want to erase. time nourishes them, against our own will, allows them to grow, gives them good earth and sun and rain when needed. often, we are not aware of this. but time will always make sure that we will see it, just as it sees it.