Dreams remain dreams, no matter how hard they try to bring the past back into reality.
The past remains the past, no matter how great the pain was.
This is what I have to remind myself often, even though the mental scars will continue to try to torture me.
Even if the pain returns from time to time without asking, forcing me into a phase of self-protective loneliness, which often eats me up inside.
Yet I have to face the torment from within me, even if it tries violently to prevent the possibility of a repetition.
Even if the probability of this seems surreal.
It is an eternal war with oneself, but I rejoice in every battle which I was able to decide for myself.
The past remains the past, no matter how great the pain was.
This is what I have to remind myself often, even though the mental scars will continue to try to torture me.
Even if the pain returns from time to time without asking, forcing me into a phase of self-protective loneliness, which often eats me up inside.
Yet I have to face the torment from within me, even if it tries violently to prevent the possibility of a repetition.
Even if the probability of this seems surreal.
It is an eternal war with oneself, but I rejoice in every battle which I was able to decide for myself.
Dreams remain dreams, no matter how hard they try to bring the past back into reality.
The past remains the past, no matter how great the pain was.
This is what I have to remind myself often, even though the mental scars will continue to try to torture me.
Even if the pain returns from time to time without asking, forcing me into a phase of self-protective loneliness, which often eats me up inside.
Yet I have to face the torment from within me, even if it tries violently to prevent the possibility of a repetition.
Even if the probability of this seems surreal.
It is an eternal war with oneself, but I rejoice in every battle which I was able to decide for myself.