At Night.

They say I need to speak about my past. Process it.
I believe in chosing my memories.
My past is beautiful, filled with smiles, kisses and warm days on the street with a cigarette in my mouth.
The pain that once was, I choose to let it drown. I am not hiding it behind a wall that will collapse one day.
I let the pain eat me alive, I let it devoure the weak soul that was gasping for air. But I fought back.
I made it go to sleep. I let it change me, but never will it destroy me.
And So I Accepted My Past And Danced Into The Future.