Jul 1, 2019
Speaking of the past...
I tend to think alot about the past. About who I used to be. About what I used to feel. About the music I listened to or what I used to wear. As much as I want to let go of it I just can't seem to do it. It's a longing to be naive again. It's the pain I continue to sit in because I never let myself get closure. It's recognizing the free bird I once was and wondering how I got to be the person I am today. It's the temptation to be that person again. And then I snap back to reality and remember that saying this out loud would crumble everything in my life. My relationships, my family, my life's work. Pretty selfish to destroy it all just for a few seconds of recklessness. Why can't I let go?
