Then it gets harder, as you have to face the fact that everything keeps moving.  The days change, time ticks away, as if your heart hadn’t just stopped beating.

Then comes a point where the realization sets in, and it gets even harder.  The pain is so intense that it feels as if it could kill you.  And you wonder why it doesn’t.  Because it is not possible that a person can live in the half-shell of a body that is shattered and empty.

But one day, you laugh.  A small laugh, or a half-smile.  A tiny hope for the future.  A miniscule piece of desire for tomorrow.

And slowly, you heal.  It gets easier to get up in the morning, to breathe, to smile.

And one day it doesn’t hurt anymore.  You realize that you’re alive, and happy to be alive.  That you can move with joy again.

But it takes time.  Only time can do it.

If only time didn’t move so slowly…