I’ve traveled from the beginning of time to the final hour of the universe. I’ve seen so much. I’ve seen how people change, for the better and the worse. I’ve been nomad through time itself, a lone wolf searching for answers to questions which are still unaware to me. To me time isn’t real anymore, the future and the past all happen at once. I’ve lost the meaning of causality, because I learned that everything that can happen will happen and has happened. Where is there a place for a man like me? I know too much while knowing too little. I have loved again and again, and it has never been real because I could never truly lose it since I can restart it all over again. My heart has been broken over and over, and it has never crushed my soul because I could just return to a time where my heart was whole again. My life is not one to be envied. With all that I have seen and experienced, I still don’t know anything. I’m lost. Most of us are lost in space, traveling from place to place because we are trying to find home. However, I’m lost in time, going back and forth with no chance of ever finding a home because time always withers it away.