Melancholy reigns on your remaining days. I can hear your scream even if you don't utter anything loud, I can see your heart crashing into pieces and I can feel your days just as gloomy as mine. Everyone expects you to be the blooming month, to be the start of something great, to be merry like December, and to be joyful like singing bells, but they forgot maybe you are still empty from the moments that drained you, and the agony that is hard to fade from the past months that still lingers on you. Take all the time you need, take everything you must for your healing, and take a deep breath as deeper as the ocean you always long for. Sometimes we don't have any choice but to wipe our own tears, to cover our own scars, and to paint our own smiles. It is hard, seems impossible, and it's very difficult to find ways on how to hug our wounded selves. But in those times of self healing, we will find our own umbrella when the rain pours too hard, our own sweater to warm us, and in those hours of us breaking we will find the light that will lead us out of this dark tunnel.

Everyday we're fighting, a silent war we never wanted. Come on right now. People keep on dying, when the world is killing you. Just shoot the, SOS, SOS.

They always say that only time can tell, but what if between the two person only one is fighting for their relationship. There comes the book of "All will be alright" a book that will bring us to the world we would never expect to be in. We will see how much love can they give to the person who only seeks to be loved.