In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Turn, Turn, Turn.”
Maybe you think seasons change so quickly. Actually I don’t want to go anywhere. Please stop this time machine because everytime it spins I feel like I’m more distance from the past.
I’ve lost someone I love in the past, that’s why leaving the past is like leaving him. Stuck to the past? Yeah, perhaps, I’m not sure. Because sometime I look far forward to the future where I can put all the sadness behind me and start over everything. Just don’t know where exactly it will start. There’s always a part of me wants to turn back to the past.
Remembering the past, Early Wednesday, June 17th, 2015