Time

You told me that time will heal the wounds. Yet time is something that can't be measured so no one knows how long it will take. But time has taught me something. I've learnt to identify what's really in my heart and what's really on my mind. I realised, humans, so often are prisoners of both our own body and our own mind.

The walls are cold to the touch and there was a rope fixed to the side which I clung on to my dear life. I was never sure how I ended there, whether I took it carefully, minding not to fall, or whether I just somehow arrived at the bottom, where there's no light, no feeling, just dreams. I could have began the journey up again and realise what I'm leaving behind and what would lay at the top for me. But I could never quite bring myself to do so.