the past is only over our shoulder and a heartbeat behind.

Will I ever stop whimpering of precedent pains I’ve went through?
They seem to know me better than I do. I long for changes, to move on, to forget things. But how could i?

So for now…

…I’ll just wish for rainbows and flower-filled meadows,
sunny days, clear skies …no haste just laze…
…watching butterflies flutter…from flower to flower…
…with you.