Why?

Why do some people run away from what/whom they love most? Why do somepeople just keep turning away? Why are some people afraid to see things as they are? Why do some people hide behind the facade of "some people"?

History...

Everyone passes through a phase in life where (s)he feels that history is repeating itself in some way. Everyone feels at some point in life an urge to change the past. But the third dimension of history is always fiction. May be we think what we want ourselves to think - associating certain things with the past which might not have been what they have been. May be I am afraid to put down my thoughts, lest the future might show me the past the way it had been.

Dead, and loving it!

If this is to be believed, I'm living on borrowed time.