When my past visits

WHEN MY PAST VISITS

The past comes knocking in the quiet of the night,
Bringing with it echoes of laughter and tears,
Memories of connections that has slipped through my hands,
The moments where I stood on the edge of closeness, then pulled away.
I wonder if I sabotaged those fragile ties,
Choosing solitude over the warmth of shared hearts.

Sleepless hours stretch into eternity,
As I unravel the threads of my emotional detachment.
Why did I retreat when they reached out to hold me?
Was I protecting myself from pain, or from being truly seen?
I analyze the distance I created, wondering if I was ever meant
To keep anyone close, or if it was always my fate to walk alone.

Mistakes loom large, but they feel like shadows now,
The people I once knew have long since moved on.
I’ve come to terms with the bridges I’ve burned,
Though the embers of regret still glow in my chest.
The chance to fix what was lost seems far behind,
A door closed in the corridors of time.

Now, I question if I’ll ever be open again,
If new connections are worth the risk of loss.
The scars from the past make me wary of touch,
But deep inside, I still yearn for a place to belong.
The past visits often, reminding me of what was lost,
But perhaps the future holds a different kind of hope.
One I’d be forever grateful for.

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:09):
The pass comes knocking at the quiet of the night,
bringing with eight echoes of laughter and tears, memories of
connection that I slipped through my hands the moment way
I stood on the hedge of closeness, then pulled the away.
I wont I have I sabotage this fragile tides, choosing
solitude over the warms of shirt heart. My sleepless hours

(00:32):
now straight into eternity as an arrival the trays of
my emotional detachment. Why did I retreat when they reached
out to hold me? As I protecting myself from pain
or from being trully seen. I analyzed the distance I created,
wondering if I was ever meant to keep anyone closed,
or it was always my faith to walk alone. My

(00:54):
mistakes loom large, but they feel like shadows now. People
I once knew have long since moved on. I've come
to terms with the bridges of burns, though the embers
of regrets to glow in my chest, the chance to
fix what was lost since far behind the dog closing
the corrigers of time. Now, I question if I'll ever
be opening again, if new connections are worth the riks

(01:18):
of lots, the scars from my past make me way
way of touch, but deep down I still yeng for
a place to belong. The paths visits often reminded me
of what was lost. Appears the future holds a different
kind of hope, when I'd be forever grateful for