SLECHTHART
your whole past is behind you
The past lingers, not as a weight but as a distant shadow, always behind you. It’s no longer a part of your present, yet it shapes the contours of who you’ve become. Sometimes it feels like it’s too far gone to touch, other times it whispers quietly in the background, reminding you of things that were. But it’s never truly gone—it’s like the horizon, just out of reach, always there but never quite tangible. The past is something you carry without seeing, like the air you breathe—silent, unseen, but undeniably present.
