They say time heals all wounds. I’d rather say, time wounds all healings.
But the heck has driven me to near remembrance of the past.
And the other friend— he has left into me with another mind-boggling question.
Yes, Time really is powerful. But not powerful enough to succumb the restless hearts of the world. We’re all trying to find a way home. As for me, I’d lost that home. BUt pity me, I never even had that home for even a second. I was like the burglar who prowls its insides trying to, trying to, trying to…. do nothing…
How love has ripped every piece of me. And how she un-held the fragile glass that I was.
"Mend the broken crippled man. Heed to the sentiments. Cradle to my calling. Dig me deep, my forever dream."
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