everyone has a past
no matter if you're 1 month or 1 century old.
the moment we cry our first cries on this planet, our stories begin
memories will be laid down, and our past follows us...
until we breathe our last breath...

but not everyone remembers their past...
at least not all of it
like most of us don't recall anything that happened before the age of 3
and some of us can't even recall what we had for lunch yesterday

and then, there're those who are haunted by their past...
who try to release themselves from the clutches of bad memories and experiences
working so hard to walk out of the shadows and starting to trust that the past is truly over
yet each day...each moment is potentially a painful reminder...
and any small resemblance to the past is magnified and amplified...
everyday is a struggle against demons that lives inside...

lastly, some live in the past
reminiscing the 'good old days'...
and wishing to return to that time to experience it again
but they forget to look at the present...and the future...
and forgot to move on with the times..
stuck in a time zone where happiness is derived from memories...
and reality becomes too harsh to live in

we all have a past...
each of us has our own pain, own burdens, own cross to bear...
no one else can feel it like we do...
and so,
don't pretend to know...or assume to understand...

i know i have too many things to let go...
too many shadows to rid
too many wounds to heal
trying...trying hard...
maybe one day, i'll succeed...
be able to look back, but no longer in anger or in tears...
however...
for now...the demons within are too strong...
the war has dragged on for too long
don't force me, don't rush me...
i need to breathe...to recuperate...
before i return to the battlefield again..
and face the demons of my past...

~d.r.a.i.n.e.d.~