we run because we want to be chased.

Some things don’t last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times, pressing down on the corners and peering in close, hoping you still recognize the person you see there.

what about those bad songs. the books you wished you never read. the memories you wished you could forget. they can't be taken out and unfolded because they never ceased to exist. every day of our lives they exist and whether we know it or we try to push it far behind at the back of our minds, they will always surface.

and yes, i recognise the person i see there because like all the bad songs and books and memories that exist, i too exist all these while and nothing has changed.