Unsettled ; (previously unreleased)

why does everything reminds me of the past? Everywhere i go..everything i do. It reminds me of it. Every detail of the past. I cant seem to let go of it. Im trying to..i really am.. why is it sooo hard to forget? I cant go on like this. I know there is no road down that lane. Why must this be a one way street? The complexity, was not a choice. Perhaps in some ways, but it was more formed, molded and shaped than made. Everyone tells me, that for my own sake, to prevent the wrecking of things, I should stop. But its not that simple. It may not be as hard as I put it out to be... but... When do I stop? Who is to tell me at what point should I say, ok, enough, time to turn back? No one can do that for me, and I refuse to completely stop. I believe that a moderation of it would be good. I see the end there, I see the goodbye. I see it much like any other end I've ever seen. One of broken strings and unfinished ends.

There is so much swirling around my mind right now...

There is so much that I am coming to terms with in my mind right now...