exhume

the past belongs to the past. for a time, i thought it was worth to exhume it. i was wrong. it must be recorded, and remembered, so its mistakes shall not be repeated and its lessons shall be learned. but the past is not meant to be lived again. it must stay there, in the past, in the memories. we live in the present, hoping for the future. that's the way it must be. the world keeps spinning around oblivious to us. let it be that way.