Perfect Days

just like the skytree that towers the city, our past looms over us even if refused. and at parts we also cling onto, it's a part of our history, a part of us. and like scars, it is a constant reminder that we learn to live with it - the pain, the hurt, the lone. nevertheless, a solace in solitude keeps us open with simple things in life; next time is next time, now is now. a perfect day that i am imagining.