I can never escape the clutches that my past threatens to put on me. Everywhere i go the past follows right behind. Never missing a beat. They lurk within the shadows cast down on the streets by the tall buildings . It seems like my only friend is past. Always there to remind me of my flaws, always holding the blade just above my head... As a reminder of what could happen if i were to make one wrong step. All day past waits graciously to welcome me once the sun sets and the stars are high up in the black sky.
January 27, 2012