I wince as I notice you delegate your responsibility of repair to time. Your disconnected mindset still believes that time heals all wounds and that no further effort is required to mend what you’ve done to me. Disillusionment paints the world I have started to build around you. Hangs picture frames on the walls and leaves its hat by the door as if to tell me that it is here to stay. I try to shift around the intrusion of reality but not even I can pretend to not see the wall between you and me. Time will do more to us than mend our problems. It will turn us into strangers disguised as companions. Ghosts of who we wanted to be if only we put in the effort. -KN
