Moving on

That was the past. Now, is the present. Where is the justice in this statement?

"Should all acquaintance be forgot and never brought to mind?"

Auld Lang Syne

Good point.

(Please do not mind the vague commentary that follows, that is if there are any readers).

Back to square one, where one has to readjust and adapt. The surroundings change, the air is new. No sense of belonging, left again to self-cultivate and form itself. Since all were new, it was easier than the previous operation. We're each others rescue team.

Yet, one longs to walk the road in reverse just to get a glimpse of the delectable memoirs. Pity, they are as stale bread and tasteless as water.

Forgive me, some should be kept, others left to dwindle in the wind, remain passing clouds.

With all enthusiasm lost, I am thrown back to square one. Behind those bars, again I grasp, screaming on inwardly.