avatars.

It's funny how names hold such burdens.
Sometimes it 's not even just a word anymore-- a familiar incantation rolling off your tongue to a magical door to un-eraseable memories. The hauntings of a past life, a former self.

Jealousy is often only the envy of the passing of time. A wink to impatience, how can you fight it? Similarly how age is said to "denote maturity." You can't deny the volume of time.
But then again, who is to say that only time itself bears fruit? What of those sad, neglected trees-- months and years cannot give it what a day of sunshine and love can.