Dear... Past
I see you everywhere. I see you in the faces of my friends, family, even in the faces of my pets. In my hobbies, my body and my will.
In all these things I see you, and I think: Why have these things changed? Why do they feel different? I do not understand, and every time when I see these things, I only can see that past.
It feels like a chain, a root, or a rope that ties me. It’s like I do not want let it go, I do not know.
All new things do not feel the same, all old things do not feel the same. It make me think, how they should feel?
I want to forget everything, to separate myself from this feeling, this feeling as if something is missing, that somehow everything is not the same as it used to be and could never be.