Rain

The rain is like tear drops, falling down your face as you let go of all the emotions you have held onto for so many years. It is like a warm blanket that you curl up into when you need comfort. Rain holds romance in it's rhythmic drip onto the roofs , sliding down down the pane of glass just coaxing you to touch it.Rain is love and hate, pain and joy. It is every emotion you can ever posses.

Jack Johnson- Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

When is the past the past?

We all have different memories of the past. Some of us choose to remember the lighter moments, some of us the darker. In the end, we all remember a portion or some variation of what the truth of the past represents. Later on in life, some of us come to a cross-roads where we are able to revisit that past, to pave a new path from that era and we have to find the courage to eithe subcomb to the desire of finding ourselves in it or putting it away on the shelf to be the "past" again. The past is a unexplainable curse that holds us to ourselves, even if we have tried to come to terms with it. The past is like a carving knife, it may not define who you are but it sure as hell starts the grooves for the shape you become. The past will find you, it will ask you the question " is the past really the past" on several occasions. It is up to you to decide if you , when making those decisions, did I do because I needed to, wanted to, should have, or do I leap into " the past still isn't the past".