I miss things that I know are impossible to have again. I long to recreate fading memories of my past. I try to fill the gap with pointless substitutes, but even those can never prevent me from going backwards on long nights. I will forever have the need to fulfill empty promises and unkept desires. I want to accept the past as it is because I have came to the realization that I can never change it. Every morning, I am presented with a chance of change. But I store it on the highest shelf for another day because I'm too busy taking glances at old things. How can I move on with the future when the past keeps tightening its grip every time I try? I look forward to the day when everything gets easier. One day these memories will get tired of torturing me and will turn their guns to you.
Music: "it's dark it's cold it's winter" by sleepmakeswaves
