You know the feeling you get when you're leaving something behind? Something beloved. It holds you, your memories, your heart. You look back but nothing's gonna change, You're still leaving, you're still closing your eyes over every bit of good feelings you had.
You have a future ahead but what about the past? What about your memories? What about who you are?
You're gonna sacrifice it for the future? What is future? What is it rather than unknowns amd unknowns? You gonna leave yourself behind and run to the unknown?
But I can tell you that even if you go, it will remain a whisper in you dreams
