How many of us feel trapped by our past?
Like someone has a tight grasp on your shirttail, and holds you still as you try to move forward?
More than just leftover feelings…
It’s as if every day of your present is spent looking back at a faraway scene…seeing yourself in it, as if it were just moments before.
Wishing you could step back into the memory, and nothing would’ve changed. Wondering if you would feel as lost and fearful as you do right now in this seemingly happy life.
To see the faces that were there…to hear the sounds and feel the touch of the past.
To stand in front of a mirror, and see no signs of the world on your shoulders, showing in your face.