Past.

It doesn't. 

Past, it doesn't exist exist. It's a delusion, a memory. 

Merely some stories we tell each other that don't even resemble 

with others most of the times. Stories,that are only meant to feed our curiosity, our whys and why nots, our fears and our hopes. Also our regrets, and the unequivocal rage. It doesn't matter. I think it doesn't. Because the present, today and the right now will never rely on the atrocious and the unbelievable past. At least it doesn't have to. So, I guess it doesn't matter either.

I mean, I hope it doesn't. 

Because in all its ingenuity and all its flaw,  it is the only theory that makes me sleep at night. 

-Fa