I kept going back to the past..from where time died.
I went back no matter how hard I tried to stop myself, I was deprived of those memories that once were the reason behind my new found happiness. I was deprived of the love that I received in those hazy days, I was deprived of my dead lover's touch that felt so fruitful after my hectic day.
I kept going back to the time that already withered away.
I remembered things that no one really cared about, I knew things that no one knew of and I knew what my heart said always..I knew it, yet I ignored it. I ignored the sayings of my own just to justify that I've moved on from my past but who knew..that I would secretly lure...