Tick Tock...

I don't really understand it.
Not at all.

I shouldn't have to and yet it's all I hear, it's all I see, and it's really all I know right now.
I wish it wasn't.
I really do.

They say things happen and change and heal with time.
I'm here. I'm waiting. Time is passing.
Still going through the same motions day after day.
Please time... please.
This needs change. This needs healing.
Still waiting.

When sadness or pain fades away, does it ever just leave? Must it always be replaced? Must it never end? Even if this replacement is not something I personally go through myself, but something I see with my own two eyes right in front of me.
Like a head on car crash.
Like broken glass shattered on the floor.
Like destruction at it's "finest".

Well, destruction's "finest hour" is said to only lasts sixty minutes...
and yet... time is still ticking.
This sixty minutes is far past due.

Tick Tock.

P.S.

Still waiting.