The Past That Suits You Best.

There's that wall, the future. And I'd love to be able to bound over it and gallop into the distance, but I don't. I sit at the bottom of the wall, my back against it, staring at where I've been. Occasionally I stand up, raise myself up on the wall and attempt to look over. But I don't have the strength to sustain myself up there and I only ever get a glimpse. So I don't know what the future holds for a guy like me, and the unknown tends to frighten. The past, although sad, is stable, I can handle the sadness, I know what it feels like, it has a certain security for me.