There are things in the past that still resides - Memories of old, of yesteryears, which still lingers like the undying whisps of smoke. Memories that should not have been remembered. Memories that incur hatred, bitterness and vengeful thoughts. Memories that ought to be washed away with the endless, flowing tides of time - but wasn't.
Why then?
The song of youth was sung a long time ago, in a turmoil of time where feelings blossom and whither like the flowers. Blame indeed. But one that was necessary, or not. Blame induce anger. Anger induce hate. And hate induce bitterness. A never ending spiral that only result in regret.
A toast of apology, a smile of regret and sadness, is all that the present can offer. It may not be enough, but perhaps, it may help stop the ebb of spirit, and lay to rest the thoughts that still lingers.
Only then, can the wretched sail into the west.
P.S: A story that is untold isn't the whole truth. Only fools hide in shadows, whispering of things that may be, relishing in the pool of self-content and self-righteousness. Be wary, for the world moves by while you bask in the shadows. See in the mirror - for the pot always calls the kettle black.
