that time when when you thought the past was past but in fact its still there, living in its own life.
you forgot about it for so long.
and you can't help but wonder.
what if i were still a part of it? where would i fit in?
i couldn't bear being a par of the past, for i love to much what the present is for me now.
and i just wouldn't fit any way.
but its still there.
they are still there living their lives.
and i'm here, thriving in mine.
i just know i never want the people who make my future.
to ever become part of my past.