Fragments of Us

Life goes on, They say that time is an asset and that time heals everything but sometimes time just breaks your own heart.So everyday when i wake up i wish i would exist outside the dimension of time.Somewhere where i only exist in the now,where i am with no memories and nostalgia and with every second there is the silence.The silence that is so loud,i can hear my own thoughts,thoughts like you mean it's just thoughts and with every second that passes,the silence becomes louder,sharper.If i'm doing everything right then why do i feel so wrong? I am exactly where i need to be.My life at 19. I'm writing this at a point in life when i feel so low,the lowest i have ever been and the lowest i am ever going to be. And then comes the cruelest part: time keeps moving. The world doesn’t stop for your broken heart. The world doesn't give you time to nurse your wounds.The days blur into each other, and you’re expected to go on, to live, to smile, to pretend that everything’s okay. But inside, you’re still standing in the ruins, trying to piece together a love that’s already slipped through your hands,the love that i look for in everything that i see and touch.Love that comes in the music that i play or the coffee that i make for myself every morning or to the little kisses that i blow to my friends as i hang up our calls. All i ever wanted to feel is a whole but i'm a fragment of everything I have poured my love to . Sometimes, heartbreak doesn’t come in a single, shattering moment. It doesn’t scream or tear through your life like a storm. No, sometimes it arrives quietly, like a slow bleed, unnoticed until the pain is too deep to ignore. You wait for things to return to how they were, thinking time will heal the spaces where you’ve been hurt. But instead, it widens the gaps, turning moments of joy into echoes, bitterness and hatred.What was once familiar feels distant. The people you counted on drift away ,not in anger or blame, but in that quiet inevitable way life pulls people apart. How you reach for them, not to stop them, but just to feel one more moment of closeness before they’re gone, only to find your hand empty, your heart heavier than you thought possible. And suddenly i realise that love alone is never enough. The pain that comes with knowing that time made us indifferent to each other,when puzzles don't fit easily like how they used to and the dreams you held so close scatter like leaves in the wind, leaving you standing alone in the field, surrounded by memories that no longer feel like your own and you start questioning your existence. And even though you want to hold on, the weight of everything lost presses down on you, a reminder that no matter how hard you try, time moves on, indifferent, and you're left to pick up the pieces of a heart that breaks not in one sudden c***k, but in slow, agonizing fractures, like a wildflower slowly withering in the cold. .....slow down,hey,slow down,it's okay .You won't feel good all the time..Some days will feel like sunshine and some like hurricanes..learn to sit and feel your emotions,name them...So don't wait to be happy,be happy now,it's all we have💕