A Secret.

I'll tell you a quick secret, its honestly for your own good. 

You may think your past has something big to tell you. You might even listen, stoop down so low to hear its voices breath up from the ground. You may think that there is something in it for you, something to understand, make sense of. But I know the truth.

I know from the nights of pure coldness. I know the past will drag you backwards, have you snatching, grabbing for something. To break apart, decipher some odd code. Trying to piece together what was broken. Its hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside of you like a stone.

Take it from me, If you hear the past speaking to you, feel it tugging, running its finger up your spine, the only thing to do is.....

   run.