Past

It's a place of hidden swords and arrows, red and clear pools of puddles. I've closed it off so well ever since the beginning, why did I lost my senses and open up that Pandora box. Now I've got to re-close it away and lock them up safely. However, words went out, can't be taken back. Consequences of which I have to suffer for that. Cross my fingers, hope for the best.

Now, it's a note to self, not to ever venture out there to the past, for harm it only brings, tears it not only sheds.