This is a poem i wrote when i was going through some tough times after breaking up with my ex... i guess i am just posting it here, so everyone can see that time really does heal all wounds... Emotionally, i am really quite the different person to the day i wrote this - i remember it well... i was really quite depressed... A far, far cry from my moods of late.

Circles swimming round my head
Often wishes to be dead
Weird desires coming and going
Aimless love eternally flowing

Terms with myself I have trouble to grasp
Hypothetical questions are all I can ask
It’s been a while now, yet I still feel alone
A somewhat troubled soul, searching for home

Its part and parcel of falling in Love
You must be ready for the worst to come
The powers that be in this world are cruel
I have never felt more individual

People say that time heals all wounds
And I am sure it does
When is time going to come for me?
Healing is my responsibility

Dwelling sometimes is required
Dwelling ignites my heart with fire
This fire must be allocated to a different cause
Time to find my own person