Raw as flesh rubbed against leather. It's only now that I realise how easy it is to be caught up in the past. How bad sweet memories are, how they cause decay of the new.
You walk looking behind, and nothing behind you is new. Everything is familiar, unthreatening. You are happy. You do not realise what is coming towards you - you are too engrossed in that which is going away.
But you turn around. It is the world. New, frightening, dangerous.
Would you watch out for dangers, or wrap yourself up in the old?
Change is hard, but I need it. Badly. Because change keeps me alive. Memories are for those whom have nothing left, and as of yet I have it all. I must make my memories to last till I can make them no more.
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