Living in History..
As I glance over my shoulder, looking back at all things unkempt, I'm faced with a dilemma, of not setting them straight back then. It's been a long time, since I've looked myself in the mirror. Would've been nice to realize the romantic in me, as I find out new truths when the memories come flashing back. All of it was not my fault, you know, but I can never stop looking back. I guess I'm living in history now, looking around with a torchlight...