Back to square isnt it? All along its a circle I have been treading along only matter of time to wind up at the beginning.. The birth of grief.. The stabbing of the dagger right into the heart leaving it to bleed and beat.. bleed and beat.. winding dagger throwing out a new jolt of pain with every turn piercing into the heart.. the thrill of pain surpassing itself in magnitude.. how much can the body endure?? but where is endurance when I am left at the mercy of it. when pain is the only existence I can feel.. hot air heaving under the chest.. chillness seeping through the spine and eyes lost in tears..

They say time can heal anything.. but time doesnt heal.. does it?? time only let the wounds dry.. the dagger rusts and decays the chasm of pain might vacate for emptyness.. a deep resentful void.. opening up for indifference.. and ultimately turning into pallid stone.. with hope and optimism as good as an egg shell there is nothing to crack open the stone..

for now there is only room for pain...