Should I really know why?

I found myself lost in old memories that have always refuse disappear. I was completely mixed-up with feelings that I no longer remembered I had. Since I figured out I wouldn’t feel all right if I didn’t go away, I tried to escape from that room where all my Past was preserved for so many years with no broken locks to replace.

These days, I’m not sure that I made the right choice. Because, thought my past hurts me, it hurt me a lot more not being able to deal with what I’ve lived.

Should I really know why these simple reminiscences won’t let me go?

Tomorrow I’ll wake up again, as the other days, at 7:20 a.m. with the same breath I wake every morning, with the same hopes I’ll get asleep tonight, with the same fears I’ve leaving since I remember. I’ll be a different person, but not so different that you won’t be able to recognize me. I’ll be the same person, as I won’t. You’ll be different too, but I’ll held your hand same way.