we cling desperately to our beginnings, reliving it in our dreams, in our thoughts. the things that tore us down and the things that built us up, brick by brick. most people choose to hold onto the past with photographs, trophies, and memoirs, because they think, that just maybe, if they cling hard enough to the good, the bad will melt away.
but it won't, because it's part of them, forever.
so i choose to remember with words. thoughts and ideas and feelings strung into complex sentences about simple things and thrown upon paper. because the bad's always going to be a part of us, so we might as well embrace it.