Time heals only some pains.
Time answers only some questions.
And there are dawns when we’re stuck with the unhealed pains, hopelessly trying to crack the unanswered questions.
The unsettled mystery. Everything about you and me.
We’ll wait till the sun rises, till the silence disappears.
Till the honest darkness fades, till the eyes shed no more tears.
We’ll loudly wonder where on earth is the absolute truth.
…but secretly wish to see only what we want to see, to listen only what we want to listen, and to love only what we want to love.
To trust only what we want to trust.
If there’s any.