Time

When the coulds disasppear from you sight, and you are blinded by the atmosphere you're in, what do you do then? Adjust. Always adjust.
The onces who adjusts the best is the onces who survive the longest.
But it isn't just our eyes there needs adjusting. It is our minds. Our feelings. Our expectations. Our dreams.
And it is not always we succeed in adjusting.
Sometimes, the very sight of light is enough for us to stop walking at all. But we have to handle our battles. The good and the bad. The once we choose ourselves and the onces who chooses us. But when the battle chooses us, and not the other way around, that's when the sacrifce can turn out to be more then we can bear.
Adjusting takes sacrifices. The thing we gotta remember is that even though we fight like hell to survive, to adjust the twists and turns in life, we always seems to get out on the other side. And even when we have lost so much we lie down and scream the pain away from our wounds, we get through. We just need to give ourselves the time to heal.
To begin to sing again. And some of us needs more time to learn how to adjust new situations than others. But we have to take - and give - time.
Because, no good can comes from forcing people to adjust without giving them the chance to adjust every aspect of them selves in the process. It leaves us broken. Misunderstood. Caged inside a world we never got to understand.
It hurts when we have to reconsider our dreams and expectations. So how do we adjust?
Time. Time to find the answer. Time to lick our wounds. Time to find something else to hold onto. Time to get back up. And time to be greatful for the end of our lastest attempt to adjust. Time to dance our pain away. Time to cry. Time to think. And time to be happy again.

And I need time. Time to figure out what to do with the lastest turn in my life. Time to think about my dreams. Time to learn how to let someone new inside again. Time. Time to fly. And time to get back up when I hit the ground head on.