Saturday, August 4, 2012 @ 8:50 PM

Looking back, the pain I've endured seems short-lived although the course of recovery felt as if I was enclosed within an eternal confinement of anguish. I was imprisoned by my own thoughts and emotions that compelled no optimism on my behalf; I've hit a critical low. No words were able to mend my heart, no satisfying comfort was brought by my surroundings or achievements. Days and months went by with my heart being immovable, resisting to improve the state it was in. Growing recalcitrant and defiant, my heart affected my being as a whole which had tremendous impact on my perspectives and the way I talked and moved. Once again I fell into despair unplanned and unexpected, and once again I sought for an escape when I clearly knew from past experience that no such thing exists. There is none besides time itself.

Time does heal all.

Looking back, love creates blind spots. Love opens a new window of perspective but at times closes off reality and the truths. Looking back, that part of my past is nothing more than a speckle of dust when compared to the life I've lived and will live. When placed on a timeline, this incredibly magnified experience, does not possess enough significance for a single mark. This experience filled with emotions of love and misery will surely be remembered whether or not it will remain vivid or vague. Looking back, almost all that I have faced within this brief course of time was ephemeral. And looking back, I've realized that I would have never realized this process of thought if it weren't for these detrimental endeavors.