People would say that time heals everything, you just have to find a muse to carry on. But the irony is, wounds deepen with time unlike your body wounds. They just happen to develop a thin sheath over time, which when pinched, would ooze out the things you've been trying to console yourself for. And your whole body aches in one go. Musings from the Novella I'm writing in my diary. #Solivagant