Its der Kopf abgeschlagen, wird niemand nach dem hute fragen.
Suffocate everything
They complicate everything
They seal your fate everyday
But you can't believe it
Take yourself far away from nothingness
A million miles from emptiness
When we go headlong into memories, we lose touch with the present. The brighter the memory, the happier our past seems, but one day these memories turn into hatred and then we lose the ability to move forward into the future. Heavy chains, whose name is "revenge", bind our hearts. Tears of sorrow cover our eyes...
— I wish we have a swing here.
— A swing?
— The one in the picture book. Did you play on a swing before?
— Nyet. But I played with Avtomat Kalashnikova and Dragunova
Some things you can't redo. And some things you're forced to do over and over again...
If the experience is not turned into text, it does not even become the past.
Forgive yourself. Whatever you're holding onto or carrying around from the past – let it go.