But how can we be seperated from that which has made us?...That which we have broken from as we became us?...
We can't....And we tend to forget that...The things we have done...The things we have seen...They are all apart of us...Even the people we have met...
They are a part of us...
So when we get a point where we try and break away...It would only seem fair that there will be a moment where reality has to balance the equation...It starts to negate itself...And in doing so, we come to experience similar events to that which we try and forget...Similar places...and even similar people...
More specifically, I've come to find that with people, your dreams will balance the equation, too....You cannot deny where you have been...
The only thing that ever has and forever will be definite is Yesterday...
I guess that what I'm trying to get at is, there is no escaping your past...There is no escaping that part of you...All you can do is live with it...
And until you can get that done...then it's not quite history, is it?