.time.

Time.

They say it heals all wounds. You say it. I’ve said it before. Everyone does. But I’m not sure what to think of that. I believe that there are certain wounds that never heal. You just either learn to deal with them, or you push them back to where you can’t see them on a daily basis. They are never gone, always there with you. We want to believe that with time, the pain, suffering and grief will melt away.
First of all how long is ‘time’ supposed to be? How long are you supposed to wait until things feel better? A few days? A few months? A year? Five or ten?

Time doesn’t heal anything, time simply passes. Like it always has. It passes way too slow on most days, giving time to think about everything and anything in the most intricate detail possible. Giving us time to dwell on things that are supposed to pass with time.

Time.
I hate time.