Echos

Echos The voices of the past which echo in our heads, the ones that we keep deeply and secretly locked up in our subconscious souls. The ones that creep back out on gentle winds, on the brightest of days when the rustling of the leaves cannot subdue the loud screams of their tortured calls. The tides of emotion which ebb and flow with each resilient burst, we must quickly try to keep at bay. For those voices so distant, so far away, corrupt the dreams we dream today. They do not fit into our visions, they don't conform to our desires, and have no concern of future unknowns. But yet they still travel with us and they are there to remind us. That sometimes it is better to let go.