Howling winds capture the heart of many lost souls. Wandering the wilderness as if to find a home. Only to seek twigs. Twigs that form houses, soon a city, many towns. Lost in a world that had just been created. Thought he'd feel as though he ran to the place he belonged. Truth is he didn't know where to start, how to end. All that was clear that a place that he longed for wasn't this one. One a journey to discover what lies deep within.

He just didn't know where to begin.

They escape from my mind as I reach for my pen. As though they want to remain hidden from this world of destruction. Nothing but an empty canvas remains in my head. Before it was different, that canvas I now see. Filled with such colours, vibrant like the sea. But now it is bare... There's no story to tell, not even a whisper. Just in my mind....

The truth is time does not heal ****.
Time does not delete the song off my playlist that reminds me of you.
Time does not take away the memories of our first kiss.
Time does not erase the imprints of your hands on me.
The only thing time does is remind me that we had ours and now it is over.
But that is ok. It is ok that we cease to exist.
It is ok that the songs plays and I still think of you.
It is ok that I hold onto the moments we cherished together.
It is ok that I feel your grip on me even though you are so far.
Time does not heal ****. Acceptance does.