the portal

like a portal, each interaction leads me to another place. places of ideas. places of visions. of scents. of feelings. of restlessness. one idea leads to another. and another. and another. chains of successive stories. i guess we just never learn how to stand still. always on the move. even when we're asleep. with the rem and the rapid heartbeat. there's always a place to be. a new discovery. past tense. it's ironic to think that it's not the future that needs exploration. when the past is a lot more to understand. i guess we just never get enough of it. you always say that we have to move on. go ahead with our lives. but how can that be when each step we take bounces us back three steps behind? i guess they're all wrong when they said that it's best not to cling on to the past. as the future emanates from it. i say lets cling on to the past. lets forget about the future. we'll be there without even putting any effort in it anyway.