The Past is Long…
Today my thoughts are on sad words. The past, the sun shining on everyone, the good and the evil, we all exist under that endless sky. The emotion that embraces the past is immense. The distance from here into the past is long, and my soul is not satisfied until it arrives at its destination. I am not the same when living in the past …it is infinite. In restlessness, I write and I write. Memory emerges around me; it mingles like a river flowing into the sea. Memories are like a shipwreck, in the pit of all the debris the storm rain’s over my heart. However, in the end, you must let go of everything, the wreckage of your life, the love that never existed, the sorrow and you watch as it drifts into the distance. With luck only the happiness will remain.
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