They say time heals all wounds and changes you.
Time changed my life.
Time made me alone.
Time stopped the sun from shining and made the air bitter.
Time held me where I was.
Time took god out my life and replaced it him with anxiety.
Time took me out of my comfort zone.
Time challenged me.
Time destroyed me.
The greatest things in life are never remembered. They are quickly forgotten.
They are brought back by a smell that makes your hurt jump. By a song that gives you goosebumps. Or a place that smells like memories.
Time has us forgetting the greatest things, but feeling the worse things forever.
Time changes the life around us, but never our hearts.
We feel the worse things forever because it sits in our soul.
We ball it up and throw it out.
If you throw a rock over a cliff, into the ocean, it sinks. But It’s never gone.
When we throw our hurt into our soul, it sinks.
But it’s never gone.
Healing is swimming to the bottom of the ocean and grabbing your rock.
Only the strongest people make it to the bottom.
Some of the best people die healing.
And the saddest part is, it’s not their fault.
On your way down,
Don’t miss a beat.
Don’t be scared to be sick to your stomach with regret.
Don’t be scared to scream and cry.
Don’t be scared to be pissed.
Don’t be scared to know you’re damaged.
Feel it. Sit in it.
Then grab the rock.
You change good people when your heart is fucked up.
And good people toss their hurt in their soul instead of sitting in it because the feeling is foreign. They don’t know what to do with it.
Until they hurt someone too.
Grab your rock.
