…of the past, past and past.

…of a time so long gone.

…of a place no longer safe.

…of people who are no more.

A thought in my head, a feeling in my heart and nostalgia piercing like a dart.

It’s all just a piece of me I know, but it seems to be taking over my entire being.

I am stuck in a place I so desperately want to flee from, a time that is now extinct but yet the flashbacks refuse me freedom.

If only I can set myself free from the shackles that keep me still, from memories that cloud my subconscious and takes over my will.

If only I can pace forward with my face looking onward to the realness of the present reality.

Memories of YOU, memories of THEM, memories of IT.

It’s just a piece of me I know, but soon enough, I will make new ones, ones that deserve to be cherished.