Jan 05, 2006 01:53
The past is a gaping hole: You try to run from it, but the more you run the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels.
Your only chance is to turn around and face it, but it's like looking down into the grave of your love... or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.
The past is a puzzle: Like a broken mirror, as you piece it together, you cut yourself, your image keeps shifting and you change with it.
You'll see the choices you didn't know you've made, like staying at work late to chat with a friend instead of hurrying home to your family.
The past has a way of sneaking up on you. You'll hear broken echoes of it everywhere, like a bad replay.
You'll get mad at everybody for reminding you... even if it's all in your head.
You can't outrun your past. You'll end up running in circles until you end up in the same hole you dug yourself out of... only the hole's grown deeper.
Well, try as I might, I couldn't get up early again. Didn't have to luckily... nothing important to do. Other than finish beating Max Payne 2 (again), going to the bank to put money on my ATM card and watching Veronica Mars, it was a pretty boring day. Nothing of interest to really type about my day. I'll probably just type something Max Payne-ish from now on if I have any other boring days like today.