Passed

"What can you forgive?"

 "We may be through with the past, but the past ain't through with us."

What a cop out though, I wish it were that easy. I am creating these dreams, from my head, in my head. I am mortified to turn my head away from what is behind, to look around, to look forward. I dreamt that I was laying on your couch, it was a nervous sort of comfort, that I may never feel again.

What can be forgiven?

 "I confuse melancholy with depression sometimes."