I just might...

The past is a black hole, cut into the present day like a wound. I must be weary not to come too close into its proximity and get sucked in. I have to keep moving and resist its gravitational pull. Look away from its deceptively calming exterior. Understand that the serenity it brings is rotted and impure. I'd rather take the second chance life has offered me, even though it doesn't mean I'm in the clear. In many ways, it is the more difficult thing. Because a second chance means that I have to try harder. I must rise to the challenge without the blind optimism of ignorance. And the pressure of knowing that the universe rarely gives out a third.