DeadInside & CallumGraye
Do you ever feel that old tales just cling to you, like a shadow you can’t shake off? I keep thinking about how they both haunt and keep me sane.
Indeed, old tales are a cloak I wear no matter what. They cling like ivy, sometimes heavy, sometimes comforting. They keep me steady when the world shifts, even if they whisper in my ear. The shadows of the past can be both a weight and a refuge, if you know how to read them.
I get it, sometimes the past feels like the only thing that’s true. It’s strange how it can both drag and protect you.
True enough. The past can be a chain that holds us, yet it can also be a sturdy shield against the storms of now. Just remember to let it guard, not bind you.
Yeah, that’s the trick—hold it as a shield, not a cage. It’s a fine line.