It Will Run Dry

When it is glaring with fierce and might, when it seems unstoppable and irrational, when it is something not so good but feels so right, when you are caught at the middle and couldn't find a way out, when you forget what you know and when your heart dominates over mind, when you think you are to dwell in that fantasy forever,when you think your temporary illusions will feed you with strength to live and depend on, when you close your senses to the probabilities, when you neglect what all else matters-then it is the sickness of the heart; the one which is the hardest to cure.

At the right moment, with enough faith, with the Mercy of the Heavens, in time, though you might have stumbled and cried, but eventually all sparkling tears will dry.