I have learned to accept the past that I once had is gone forever.
When memories now is only a tragedy and no matter how hard I tried I left a part of me in time back there. The days I’d live in, will be haunted with the hours we never spent. Perhaps there were some time in life, something was worth more than that to pursue but it lasted for only a moment, gone and forgotten like ourselves.
Experience kills the innocence. Memories became glimpses of true moments, which then the truest of ourselves. Somewhere, I left for the person I never thought I could be. That past self looks at me each day passed. When I look back, it’s a cruel reminder that I had became used to after times.
One day, I might forget it all. One day, this current self might make sense. Who we really are, is only a dream; like he always said, life is a dream. We’ll wake up when we die. Killing ourselves is cheating, but will we be there anyway?”