I just go with time.
Where time takes me, i follow.
It's interesting how i resist it once, yet i'm doing as it told me.
I suppose it's better like this.
With time, my wounds would heal.
With time, memories will be erased,
And with time, i find strength in my solitude.

It pains me to see things.
It hurt me to see you.
But at the end of the day, the silence i kept inside became my companion.
I'm getting used to keeping mum.
I'm getting used to nothing-ness.
But i know that sooner or later, i'll feel whole once again.

riyah starr@ 5:06 pm