Of Time. Of Life.

No more, do I seek to give advise to people tormented. Souls lacerated by dying love, minds poisoned by hate, bodies convulsing in harrowing inner pain.  For, no matter how eloquent my discourse, how tender my touch, and how rational my thoughts.. this heart, oh this heart!

Its time, its the fat lady Time who trundles along life, hand in hand with you. Its only, she who can make you okay. With every day, the hurt will fade, albeit just a tiny, minisicule bit. With every day, the storm of questions, will find one lonely answer, who will walk out forlornly, hesitant, out of its closet and face you. With every steady tick of the clock, things will get better. For the mind will start taking control, and not the heart.

I can tell you, it will one day, be okay. You can read an ornamental adage about how its better to laugh now, since you will laugh about it later, anyways. One day, over a cup of coffee in a quaint little cafe,  a curtain of old memories will drop, silkily in front of you. And looking at the slightly faded, fluid memories, all you will do is smile a bit, laugh a bit. But not now, never now.

Its how we are, how we are built. I can scream at you, I can force you, I can point out harsh truths to you. But until, you really wish to see it, you will not.You will still mourn a happiness that has now left you, not willing to believe that there exists something better.

Your body will live. Like a trained acrobat, it will do its daily routine, for every action has been tattooed in it. But your heart will remain drooping and wilted, till you seek to water it once again, till you have the courage to let go, and look ahead, be kind enough to let your heart l live, to breathe.

Its time, its all about time.

Time makes it easier for us to look back, then to look ahead. Looking back now, at the way, I had once crucified myself with unhappiness, I cannot recall the actual pangs and actual sudden coiling of the intestines, or how my heart fluttered like a bird about to be slaughtered.  The way my body spasmed. I cannot recall those feelings, for they existed for those moments of time. I am better now, healing, living, happy. But, that time, I did not believe that I could ever be whole again. That life could ever be sorted. That things will always be a tiring mess. But here I am, cartwheeling in time, a little better every day.

So, all I can say is, if nothing else, have faith in Time. For better or worse, these things, shall pass.  The pain wont be felt, it will be vaguely remembered. The heart wont be just living, but will actually be alive.

I also believe, that we are special, not because of our talents, its because of our experiences that we gather.