Time. Supposed to be a luxury because we have so much of it, not a living hell because we don't know what to do with it. Supposedly measured my the very tick of a clock, but really measured by how you make the moments. They say times supposed to heal you, but I guess it doesn't heal anything. it simply teaches us how to live with the pain because sometimes your heart just takes a little longer to accept what your brain already knows. That's what they say. Still isn't right. Time only replaces memories, tries to take away the bad with an infinite amount of good memories. But it doesn't work because they're like scars, sometimes not completely visible to the untrained eye but always there, obscured yet in plain sight. Time heals nothing, only consciousness. It makes you be more aware and alert and that's what really hurts. Funny how it takes a bullet to the heart to make you realize how bad it actually was. Lost time is never found again, so waste it carefully. Time is just memories from the past that you have to stop failing in love with to move forward. It's like a drug we breathe in to make us happy, but the effects give you depression. Clocks tick, people cry, time goes on and doesn't stop for anyone to get off. The thing with a broken clock is you can always tell when exactly it stopped ticking, with people it isn't so easy and sometimes you can't even tell they're broken. This is the fine line separating sanity from insanity, the line is called time. Time isn't all good, like people aren't always perfect. We make mistakes and how we deal with the consequences with the beautiful thing everyone has but nobody wants is time.
