they keep coming back

to stumble on our own past. have been doing a lot of that lately. old songs, old conversations, half-burned pictures in a lost corner of our minds. sometimes they carry an unexpected guilt that constraints our hearts as if they were placed on a vise. sometimes they bring back memories - both sweet and bitter - that made us realise that things haven't changed as much as we thought they did. and some time-lost words and pictures can even bring tears to our eyes.

the past should remain in the past.