You know what most often words we say when we talk about the past?

It’s in the past, there’s nothing there. Nothing you can do about it.

Truth is, there’s always something there. 

Lurking at you. Waiting for the right time to show it self again, ruining everything once again, again, and again.

I used to think it’s just a pause left there. You cant replay it, no matter what. But the thing is, it doesn’t mean emptiness, not necessarily void. 

Its just a sad life we’re living, don’t you think?

We hold on to our each sorrow for the rest of our life. Sometimes hiding it, faking everything in the name of happiness.