Thursday, May 10, 2012

Our Past

No matter how far we run and how much we hide, we wake up to our past every morning. It's always there waiting like the predawn darkness slowly rising in our mind to be what we are. There's no escaping it. There's no denying it. There's no forgetting it. There's nothing we can do about it.

We are because of it, something we don't have the choice except live with it.

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