My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past

Future never desires to become a past.

Our regrets want to bring back many things we leave behind

We wait for the new year to appear to us like the hopeful sun bringing aspiring light to an eager world

Memories are aches; they are the laughterSmiles of time flee to seize the hereafter

My memories always clutch my brain to understand the past

Fear no more as long as her memory surrounds you like a ghost…cry no more as long as she weeps for you like a willow.

Future never desires to become a past

My mind has a time machine; it can travel back to the past when I close my eyes and in my dreams it travels to the future.