Time

I feel as though I am living in limbo. I see everything from a centered perspective, but I am neither here nor there. For some estranged reason, I want to add color to the things that seem so black and white, so concrete. But why? I hear what others have to say, but at times, it's like I cannot understand or comprehend what they mean. I hear the words, but they don't register in my head. It's like the words are a foreign language, and I am trying figure out a way of decoding them.
Anymore, I feel as though I have slipped into the black hole. Alice and the white rabbit are at my side, and this weird place of wonder has taken a hold of my sanity (what little I feel I have left). Do I taste the cakes marked "eat me", in hopes that some light, some epiphany will come to me? Or do I continue on my way, blind in a world of light, hoping that I may stumble upon an answer to the main questions I pose. What? Why?
They say in time, all will be revealed. In time, wounds are healed. All we have is time...But is that the truth. Simple months, weeks, days, hours, minutes, seconds, milliseconds don't have the ability or power to show me the way. They don't have what I am so desperately searching for. Time is nothing when it is spent alone. To be special, to be wondrous, time must be shared by people, by lovers, by friends. Time is meant to take risks, and give chances, and that is what I know I must push to do, or I will be wasted.