Just another path of some beautiful joys departed, not to return, how painful the remembrance. As years passed away I have formed the habit of looking back upon that former self as another person, the sense of emotions has been a solace in adversity and added zest to the enjoyment of prosperity. Be recollecting the pleasures I have had formerly, unreturned, do enjoy them a very moment of times. While I laugh at the histories of troubles now past, and which now I no longer feel. Nothing is more consuming, or more illogical, than the desire for remembrance. To be a surrealist means barring from my mind of all what I have seen, and being always on the lookout for what has never been.
Hrrmmmmm open it up! no turning back, it's surprising how much memory is build around things unnoticed at the time. But one thing for sure those memories will remain unchanged forever....and yet stuck up!
STANDING & KNOCKING THE PAST
Hrrmmmmm open it up! no turning back, it's surprising how much memory is build around things unnoticed at the time. But one thing for sure those memories will remain unchanged forever....and yet stuck up!
