I still remember how you liked your eggs in the morning, your favorites, the small things that made you upset and your weird sleep habits.
Why is it so hard to seperate yourself from your past?
Isnt time supposed to be like a twisted thread of string? Where as you pull on one end of the string, the other side is supposed to unravel. Youre supposed to forget and disassociate from your past as time goes by right?
So then why these demons of mine linger so long. They learn to rear their writhing heads when I least expect them and pull me back into their depths.
Everyone is fighting a war with themselves, others with their inner demons and