let your hope birth time.

In thos eyes I see fear of a life the bland heart he had and the imaginative soul he always wanted never could compromise on. Yet in thos enyes I see the deepest love of all the material and lonesome finds one person could ever want.In that justifying his self loathing and ultimate desire to be anything but alone. I found truth in the slience of the four walls and the abundant love he had for anything but me, I found myself and my spirit in his arrogance and oblivion he purposefully portrayed. In a way it was as if i was going to school to learn how I was and how I shouldn't be. He and I were one the same, except my books were my drug and his time was my prize. However time can only heal all if we accept time as our friend; I thout it as an enemy. I never forgave time for what it took from me, and never appreciated all it gave me in return for its' steals. yet time does allow us to love it for all that it hold; time is a huge secret and for that we anxiously always want to believe in it more. When we wish for something it is time that gives and keeps; death, love,truth, pain, and hope alive. It is time that creates memories and makes the and in time we find all is good; for it is the only hope we maintain our whole life; time creates us and time kills us.Long live the hope that time births.