As the years roll by, I reflect upon my life, I try to strip myself from this cloak of darkness, but it burns like an internal flame and I wear it all so well, these memories they haunt me. I wish I could put them back on the shelf. They say time heals all, but a scar still leaves it’s mark.
This is common to most people if I may generalise. The somberness of the atmosphere makes one to reflect.