albinorisu

THE PAST My life, this is how it goes at least this is how it tends to go, I look at my past, I am prepared to bury it, I take a sword as sharp as a razor blade, and viciously slash at the past.  Before it can fall dead in the dust I start to forget it,  and walk away to the dust cover it and bury it for me, yet some small memory always seems to keep it,  hold onto it, for years or months or even just days, that spark finally rekindles that past.  It makes me search for it yearn for it, put a happier spin on it,  So I search it out I wipe the dust of time off of it, I revive it, only to see it for its true self, see it and let it hurt me yet