No i don't think Time is gonna Heal this Broken Heart..

but i'm sure it's made it realise that time has past, and all is gone now. What remains would be mere memories if you choose to cling on to it; for that subtle solace that you've loved once, to savour in the bedroom at night, by yourself. That its just you, a little fact, a lot of fiction and fantasy, playing in the mind of your own.

Familiar faces laid in front of you, which u can bravely stare without accusations of desperations, reminds you of a life you once had, of a place not so distant, but is o' so gone. Thankfully, i remember that i've moved on. I had my wildchild periods, and hit rock bottom, played hard, cried pitifully, but found what could bring me respectfully out of my self-made slum.

She comes, tempts me away from my slum, with a rainbow candy in the hands, and step by step, i'm drawn out into a brand new promising land.

She understands me, reads me like a book that its scary, and tells me what i know deep inside. Does she know that i enjoy wallowing in my deep melancholic world once in a while? If i may ask for space, this would be my request.

Melancholy is good. It makes you feel...
Feeling is good. Cos it makes you human.