Nocturne
By Any Unborn Child
The marks of the past can be dreadful things, yes?
They change so often, and yet remain the same all the while.
They can become fogged memories of a reverberating nostalgia.
They can become reminders of what one has become.
They can become reminders of what one was oh so long ago.
No…the past cannot remain.
It has no place in the present, in the future, in the here and now.
The past must remain exactly where it is.
Objects….
Events…
Memories…
Family…
All must remain in the back of my mind.
All must remain forgotten.
Why should the warrior of black and white…
This…panda…
…have the luxuries of the family that I was denied?