There are days when my thoughts roam around, free, letting me daydream into beautiful places and wonderful sunsets, and there are days when my thoughts turn dark and make me shudder, shake my head and curl up in the corner. Those thoughts are not free ones - ones that come from pure imagination, but rather memories I'd like to forget. Maybe embarrassing, maybe painful, or maybe just plain traumatic that I never want to remember again. The brain is funny, in a way - you rarely remember your good times, beautiful dreams disappear the moment you wake up - but the nightmares would forever stay and haunt you even on your good days.
There is no escaping the past, just acceptance, over and over again.
There is no escaping the past, just acceptance, over and over again.
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