Moments

Some things, better not to remember. But they come back. Like they don’t wanna be left behind. Like burdens that stay there, just waiting, just in case. And it’s impossible to try to fool them. They know me more than I do myself.
So what if I let them free? How much will be the damage? No. What I need is to take these moments and make my own way with them. I have to grow up and see, and understand, that everything that happened is in the past now. The only problem is that my past is part of my present.
Have to find some balance. Have to deal with these ghosts. They can’t hurt me, but they do, or is it me? Whatever the case is, I need to see the way out. I ‘m looking for a light that is supossed to be here, but it isn’t. Everything is complicated again. Each day is a wasted opportunity. I have walked so long that I don’t think I can keep doing it. I’m lost, without directions, and without someone to ask for them. These moments torment me like nothing else.
I may decide to run. Maybe speed could leave them backwards. But I’m afraid that if they lose track of me, I may not be the same anymore. So in the end, memories. Shall I leave them? Shall I dare?