glass for thought
people are like little pieces of glass. sometimes, they cut. and when the wounds are raw, and you dig up memories, they hurt so. overtime, you forget. trickling seconds hurry by into hours, days, months, years. life pulls you along; you have no time to stop and reminisce. and one day, when you dig those memories up again, you find they don't cut, don't hurt anymore. they make you regret, make you smile but they don't hurt.
someday, you'll find another piece of glass. maybe it will cut you, maybe not. maybe it will be broken by you.. but do know that time will pull you along the very transience of this life.