Heal.

Heal.

If eyes close, and serenity is reached;  there is a point where euphoria is reached. They claim that time and distance heals all wounds; but sometimes their are wounds far too deep for mere two elements to heal. There are some senses that will never recover and old flames that will never been re flamed. Blame is an easy thing to pass around, like an infection that has no bounds without the proper treatment. It festers in the depths of all humans and corrupts the principles of forgiveness. Never to be the tender hearted let alone a selflessness one, humans are one step above beasts. The only degree of separation is that of having control; but like all beasts we fail to understand the damage and can only work on the reparations. They say, that to heal is to thrive, to move on is to flourish  Not having done much healing, time is not a kind force; just a simple torturer who marks the wounds and slows them from closing. Words, as touching as they are; can only be matched by their actions. Greeting each other from opposite sides; we are left wondering will there ever be any true healing- or will one side have to falter and remain defeated while the victor proclaims it's victory and shamelessly promotes it to the world. True healing comes when both sides come together and each find an armistice.