Wounds may hurt now, but they will heal some fine day. But the scars they left would always be there. They are just sad reminders of the events you wish you could forget, but you just can't. The same evidences of who's hurt you before. Revenge is only sweet for the moment the deed is done. One asks, so what happens after that? I'd say, nothing. Really, you just live in nothingness.
The bitter memories, they're stuck there in time, and if you're not careful, you'd be stuck there, too. In the past that never leaves and and never really moves together with time. A time frame you live inside, maybe for eternity if you choose not to leave it. The door of the past is always open; it's really up to you to enter it, to stay, or to just exit the whole dark, mystical world of it. How sad life is, and how beautiful it can be at the same time. Won't you agree with me that we all live in a twisted irony of life with each passing day?
