~The Past~

~The Past~ The same song's been on repeat in my head for a week or so, replaying with every thought and breath that passes, My head aches under the bright florescent lights that shine over my slouched form, What I'd give to go back to such a naive time, knowing what I know, would I make the same mistakes? Tripping over myself all over again? It's easy to see the past as easy, it's easy to long for something you know you'll survive, something you've already once before survived. Getting caught up in the memories, just for me to choke up on a song I had heard a time ago... The addictive pain that comes with reminiscing on such a sorrowful time, is one never matched or compared. The past is easier, you know what happens, The present is stressful and The future is unknown... The past is easy... The past is safe. It's unbearably painful... but safe, what more can you ask for? When the present feels worse than it is, and the future feels like an unattainable goal, far from the reach of someone like me. All you can do is live in a simpler time, that now lives solely in your mind... never to be seen by those around you.