Revelry.

'Time mends a broken heart.'

Nothing mends a broken heart. The pain will always be there. Some days, every single delicate bone hurts so bad that you literally can't move. Every breath you take hurts, your lungs feel like they're collapsing. But you can't not breathe. And all you want to do is to lay on the bed with your eyes wide open, trying to fill up the hollow in your heart. Emptiness is a form of pain which makes you feel numb. It takes away all your strength and passion. 

While on some other days, where the pain decides to take a day off from keeping you company, you get to live a normal life. But you might just pass out. If you were dead, an autopsy will only reveal nothing, nothing but decayed flesh from the inside of your body. Because these feelings slowly molder everything you have inside you. Your dignity, your pride, and your ability to feel.

You are a zombie.

Time won't mend a broken heart. Time only makes it hurt less. But this pain that lingers acts as a reminder. It reminds you of all that you have been through. And how much you've learnt from experiences. And that you are alive, human, and feeling. Looking back always baffles me. There was a point in life, where I was so sad that, I swear, I could feel my airways closing up. How did I go through all that?

And here I am. Reminiscing and contemplating.