feeling of time

I feel angry, confused, lost, and mainly numb. I push threw though.

I don’t know how some are heartless with the way they think or act. This thing called time, we all take it for granted. We wait to fix things and says time heals all. Time doesn’t cure anything; it just numbs it and changes how you view the world. Why do we wait for the last minute to change something? By last minute I mean, why do we wait for someone to die to hold these feelings of regret or remorse.

I witnessed a lot of deaths in my life, and they all feel the same. There this subtle feeling of realizing that life has stopped. When we die, the world keeps going, and it doesn’t stop for anyone