Timing doesn't exist. You're just searching for an excuse to postpone things. And when the right time comes, as you keep saying, you'll stay mute in front of the monster that you need to confront. And you always avoid to think the possibility that the monster is not really what it seems to be. You became familiar with its face as the years were passing by. But now it's the right time to speak the unspeakable words. You need to face the monster and say out loud that you destroyed it. You won. Time is just a barrier that people set up to control others. It's a limiting step. A check point. It's nothing more and nothing less. You don't need to be controlled by time. You need to be controlled by yourself.I'm still here, waiting for the monster to appear and tells me that it loved me once, and I torn its heart apart because in the end, we are all monsters fighting with each other. For a place to eternity. For a place to the pumping muscle of somebody's chest.
