ქართულია.. They say time heals all wounds, but somehow my inner scars still remind me of pain, as if the blood still seeps out, and I slowly sink into it. Maybe not enough time has passed for me to be freed from this unimaginable torment. It's like a nightmare that comes during sweet sleep, one that will never leave me as long as I'm alive. Every night it returns, nesting in my subconscious, and I fight this beast, yet it is so powerful that with each battle, the slender, delicate fingers of an invisible hand wrapped around my throat squeeze even tighter. Time... it might be a friend, but with these deep wounds, I still realize that some pain will remain forever embedded in my soul.