I’m so deeply embedded in the past. It defines who I am. It defines my present actions. As badly as I want to escape it I can’t. It gives me false hopes for a fantasy future at the same time constantly reminding me of pain and bitterness.
Past has two sides one that is lovely and sweet, smiling contentedly upon me. But the one I’ve most encountered is cruel. Relentless and merciless, I’m slowly suffocating under its strong fingers unable to breathe in Grace’s fresh air. If only there were someone stronger, a Prince in shining armor to rescue me from my certain fate.
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