Desolation of Dreams

Desolation of Dreams II

The past is often something that is pondered on. On all those sleepless nights, the past haunts us. Like a spirit we can never run from, like chains we can never break free from and even if you run, wild and free. It always catches up with you.It chases you, captures you, destroys you, leaving those wounds as permanent scars, that would live with you for the rest of eternity.The past has been strangling me for all those years, never letting me pry its tough grip off my shoulders. It brings me up and drags me down. It watches me rise and watches me fall.Its always there.I decided to face it. I decided to stop struggling with it and let it take me away and it didn't destroy me. It decided to show me, what it could have turned out to be. How it all could have ended.And I start to regret, but I can't do anything. Since this occasion, the past had left me. I felt light. I felt free. But I felt empty.There was so much that could have happened. So much more.Even though it was gone, I started missing it, thinking about it, dreaming about it.One day, I decided to find the past, and talk to it.