The nights where she's alone and has the world screeching at her doorstep. All the muted sounds of society only a wall away. It's those times that she's absorbed into herself. 

Everyone is moving and she has no place to go; no place to fit in. Behind the lids of those hazel eyes, it's a theater of emotions. The highs of human emotions as well as the lowest of them all. 

Moving on is a very hard thing. At most times, it seems almost humanly impossible to find a way to fix that default brokenness. There is no tape that can glue one's heart back into place. 

No matter how desperate we are to move on; will it be possible to completely forgive someone? 

Will there be a day when what happen doesn't haunt me? 

I really hope so. 

Maybe one day then it won't be so painful.