Desarcinate

It's sad how most of us drag stories forever. Living in the rush, the pain or the joy of them. Nostalgia is one of our favorite things. To roll over the thoughs of the past, the fiction, the none existence. We constantly want yesterday. Cause yesterday is the only thing we know. Why would we want tomorrow if there's nothing of it? The unconscious feeds out of the known, and then controls us at night. Let's us then pull all of our stories, write them down, and know just one thing. The only thing we know about tomorrow is how messed up it is because of yesterday.