Time

                                      
                                   Salvador Dali- The persistence of memory- 1931




I do not even nowhere to begin with this word? Time, it is something that makes the world go around. Parts of my life was controlled by time, being in the wrong place at the wrong time. During my teenage years, time was a big issue for me. Time was never on my side, there was nothing good coming my way, it always seemed to be the opposite. Now, I am older I see things a little clearer, '' all in good time '' and time really does heal everything. There is nothing worst than trying to find the person you were because somebody took it away, and over time you watch everyone go on with their lives but you are still the same stuck, broken and afraid. Like a 1000 shattered pieces on the floor and each day you pick a piece up but your still not the same and maybe you never will be. As time goes by you realise you have to stand up and face the world even if you are broken inside, otherwise you will get left behind. At the time you do not see it, but all these experiences make you stronger and who you are today. I would not be here otherwise, art is something I fell into to escape from myself. I am so happy I found it, it has been the light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

(to be continued)