last night, i was reviewing my photos... i realized that i can never escape from my past. no matter how i want to start from a clean slate...

i'm not frustrated that i cant.

i just realized that i can never start from scratch. there will always be baggage. we shed some along the way. but we always carry their traces...

the weird thing is, i don't feel scarred. i know i can still fall in love. i can be loved. and not be afraid.