Does Time Heal all? By: Joe Haught
I sit so still, with a blank stair trying to come up with the right words to describe the never ending thoughts that run rapidly though my egsosted unhealed mind, I tap a pencil to the notebook and start to stair in different directions like it will help get this memory onto paper. I start to write and lose my thought due to a car alarm outside my window. I scribble my unfinished words and toss the crumpled paper to the floor. Why is it so hard to translate a tragic emotion into words…..for now it will just have to nest in my mind, I can only hope it will come out in time…
