there are times in life, when u take a beating. go down on your knees.unable to get up. or maybe unwilling to get up. but then, as people say, time is a healer.is it really?.. the necessities of life, your own existence instinct for survival maybe? pulls u along. props u up.and before u know u get going and then when u look back in retrospection, things still don't make sense. you just look away and realise that it stole a little bit of your future too .there's an emptiness that persists.. in the airport.. a party.... in the shower... unable to fill it in yourself, you wait.. for someone.. something.. to fill in the gaps....the empty spaces..to fill up your life once again.