It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain.
In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar called dreams and the pain lessens with a doze of laughter.
But it is never gone. It lingers on just enough to make you reminisce the past.
It will follow you like the shadow that you’ve learned to embrace as part of you.
Like the creeping cold of the dark dark night, ferried through your skin to your spine with an almost gentle breeze.
The past that is so near, one needs only to reach for it.
But who would be so broken that he would do that?
To relive the past horrors that haunt event during the time of wake.
What is the point of having these masochistic tendencies when one can move forward and find himself peace?
Maybe its because those who don’t learn from the past are bound to repeat it.
Walking around, you’ll find a guy with eyes so dry, but inside, past the bravado, his heart can’t hide and it cries like rain, pouring down in his domain,
But when you see another guy shade a tear, don’t judge be weary, he just found out this world is scary.
So why waste time burdening yourself with the past?
The present is your workshop and the future your result.
Time is indeed what we want most, but what we use worst.