I wrote this, it looks like, a long time ago, but I just found it. Here goes...
It's a relieved feeling... like I'm happy the past is past. Kinda like if I achieved something. Like my goal was to change, and I did. But that's just in the present moment I'm looking at the past. If I keep thinking, there I get moody. There I think of what I did wrong in the past, what things I would change, what things I miss. And here's where I notice the goal I haven't achieved; drop the past. I talk so much about it, think so much about it, but I just can't seem to let it be.
I guess that since there's no time-travel yet, my past is my sanctuary.
When will I finally pop out?
