The Past.

Sometimes i feel trapped in the past.
like i never really got out of what happened.
i look around and i see,feel,hear.
a familiar taste of pain.

they say.
that we shlould look forward to the future.
and not look back into the past.
but doesnt the past mould us and make us who we are.
isnt it a vital part of our lives?

it is one thing to be able to move on.
it's another thing to forgive yourself.
or make yourself feel happy when you are genuinely not.

they say.
that my blog is depressing and sad.
i say.
u should have read what i wrote from 2002-2005.
u would have thought that i was depressed.
as i read back, i thought i was depressed.

Silence.
I wait.
Silence.
I wait.
Silence.
I wait.
What are You saying to me?
Silence.