Here I am again, with a mind running into the void. It's not as scary as you would think, until you look back. Where did you just take yourself? Somehow I feel like I went down a corridor and all the doors on the sides have all these moments that are hidden behind a lock for a reason. It's interesting too have painful and bittersweet memories so close to each other. In these rooms the attention to little details surrounding the events are so vivid at first glance but the more you try to focus on them the more blurry they become and you start sliding backwards out of the door with your feet providing no friction to something you wish you could get back. You're back in the corridor and the door all of a sudden has an additional lock on it. You can just go back in but you know this is process that'll just keep repeating so you rather just move on. Moving on is different for everyone and every situation, some just repress and regress and others try to observe their mistak...