What happens if you can't let go of the past?

What happens if the weight of that burden seems light at times but weighs down on you like tons of bricks, in which you'll have to take them off your back a piece at a time.

I wish I did not have to carry this weight around. It slows me down and it hurts the soul.

It also blinds and binds.

I long to be lifted, weightless, without these bricks...without this, without you.

You always tell me it's the past, but don't you understand that it's the past that affects the present, which in turn, transforms the future.