"The past. The insight and the carry-on luggage from what has been can sometimes bring good, healthy results and at others times it is a strong damnation. The latter. You are the light illuminating the way ahead for us without the wise eyes of owls. Sometimes you cast misleading shadows and drive me into chaos. If there was a way, sometimes I swear I would take it. A way to gather you into a thing that I can dispose of for your excessive hindrances. The past. It was … bad. I assure you that this scar on my thoughts will be with me until perhaps one day time dissolves it into nonexistence. But release me from the rusting shackles so that I may walk forth! I wish to stomp about until my feet bleed and cry until there is nothing left to weep about. If I do happen to cry, it must be for joy. Just — free me. Do not rob me entirely of caution, but do not obstruct chance. A chance to grow from the broken emotions, thoughts, and bones. The chance to feel the hurt, to cope, to move on and certainly to heal."

— scatterbrained thoughts, 05.

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