Afraid to be stuck in the past, I won't look back. But then again, I don't seem to be moving on. I don't read back, and when I do, those reads feels nothing but aliens writing to me. Minimal memories and nothing but the feeling of those strings tingling. I don't read back, simply because there ain't any for us to read. I don't look back, simply cause you ain't there anymore. I don't, because I don't want to, and I can't and shouldn't.