tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-257145592011-06-20T01:48:33.269-07:00About running away. Not from the consequences, but from the heavy baggage.awayfromthepasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09056438074294441900noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25714559.post-1144580026092815922006-04-09T03:40:00.000-07:002006-04-09T03:54:09.353-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm not going to care for the words all that much, but for what they represent. Words are only clothes, I care for the body they dress.<br /><br />What can I say about myself then? What clothes shall I wear? Truth is - I've been hiding from the present for so long, I've come not to recognize myself anymore. Now I've put on my running shoes and I'm trying to get away from the past. Past is an awful thing if you let it accumulate. It becomes an old baggage, too heavy to carry around. You have to learn to put what is consumed behind you. There's no changing it. <span style="font-style: italic;">I</span> have to learn that.<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25714559-114458002609281592?l=awayfromthepast.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>awayfromthepasthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09056438074294441900noreply@blogger.com0