The Past

The past, by very definition, should stay behind us.

And yet, it pursues us.

Like bile rising up in your throat the first startings of it creep up on you, and everything else tries to follow. It’s all you can do to keep it down.

And you have to keep it down. Because if you don’t, it becomes painful and unpleasant and makes a mess.

So it becomes a sort of philosophy for life.

Keep swallowing.

Keep swallowing.

Keep everything down. In the pit of your stomach. You can put up with the sickening ache.

No one wants to deal with your past.

You least of all.

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