closure is a convenient excuse to convince one's self of a lie. we keep on running away, claiming we've kept old shadows in a box hidden in that glass closet we always want to disown, and try not to look back, as if we can. for life is a circle, and for every step forward, aren't we getting closer to what we left behind? we love a melodrama that mirrors the failure of our own. how we put ourselves into a persona, often created by hypocrisy and conceit, brings relief from the ugliness of memory. truth is, we always dream to resurrect a past to redefine perfection.mask is what we make of our best countenance and we are the best of our false selves when in the limelight. pretension is the psychology that keeps us both sane and mundane. we were born insane and we live to believe that we aren't. truth is what we owe to ourselves!how can someone let go if old strains remind of a ghost or a shadow? there is memory, so can one dissociate the mind from the body? fear solitude, for silence can burst into pain.it is only proper to say thank you when it's all over!
- - sandman