The waiting and the healing

How long can one hold on the loose end of a rope, how long can one bash his head against the close door without any hope? To answer that question, there is no way to answer it Its like asking the one dying of thirst how long will he be drinking or the one shivering with cold how long will he sit at the fireplace, The answer is simple until his thirst quenches or his body heats up, Such the answer to your question is, I will stay here, I will let the sands of life run and stay till this heart of mine is tired of the hurt till this will of mine is no longer strong, Then like everything else I will move on flowing with the time and letting the river of water take long strides then as they all say ; time will heal The rope burns from holding the rope too tight will heal so will the cracks of the headbutts Then maybe I'll find someone one to tug the rope of life with me, someone to rely on a shoulder to cry on and finally find what i long for.