TIME
Days run……
Weeks without sun…..
Months took my best part of the way …..
Years run away ….
I wake up in the morning and wash my face like everyday.Looking to the mirror,I see that nothing is changed.Everything is the same even the time is running.I want the sun to have a new face, but every morning it’s sad.It’s like the reflect of my spirit and my feelings.Every night the moon doesn’t smile…..Everyday is a mistery of the life that I have to face it.My strength is huge….but sometimes I feel weak even I can fight.Everytime I think that everything it’s ok , it comes worse. It will be better if my spirit would have a pen and my heart an letter.It will be fine!
How much time have we?No a lot! We know the answer of this question.Time is precious…but many people don’t appreciate that.Sometimes it’s better to feel the pain as happiness even it hurts because in that time we feel that we are “ALIVE”.
“Time is like pill of pain”, is that true?

Instead of posting this as a comment, you should have created it as a sequel. There’s an option to do so beneath my story.

Nice imagery, but the ideas seem a bit disconnected. You are expressing extremely sensitive emotions here too, which is great! Is this supposed to read as a poem, narrative of your life, or not related to anything at all?