"Feeling a bit sentimental lately. Missing the good old days when everything was just clear and simple. A bit sentimental that I can't slip back into those easier times, or can I? Perhaps I should track down those old friends and make contact? If possible visit old haunts, draw on the energy they used to supply. Perhaps one really can go home? It may not be exactly the same, but the old spirit still remains"
Why is the past quite so important whilst living in the present, and the future? I thought, the past, was just that - the past. I'm not too sure why am writing/debating the thought - sort of felt, I should.
