aim. fire. death. thought. pain.

What is our fate? To be caught in this endless cycle? To be stuck regretting our action? To be stuck in the past mistakes of our former selves? We live here now yet where do we live when we aren't here? Where do our minds wander before we fall asleep? Where do they go when we wish we could just fall into the warm numbing embrace of unsoiled slumber?

That is the topic of todays post. Where are we when we aren't us? It seems a bit... abstract. So let me explain. We are who we are now. Our past lessons, our future plans shape us, so when we go back to a pervious memory. We cease to be ourself and become where we once were. Someone that at this point in time we are no longer. So what do we think about? I'm slightly disgusted to admit but it always seems to center around my past follies. Why is this? Why do I punish myself with this haunting stroll of fail and folly down memory lane? I have learned what I can from these, yet they seems to always appear; an evil visages of regret and remorse in the form of a specter. So then why?