In Search Of The Key To The Past

My life since then is empty. I don't know what it is that's missing - a dream? a memory? - actually, it's like the memory of a dream. I know I've forgotten something, and the vaguest hints of it that I get sometimes are enough to stir my soul.

What I've lost was important to me, precious to the point that living without it
seems pointless. It's totally removed from my life, yet the brief almost-tastes of it I get are more real than reality. At night, in my dreams… whatever it is keeps calling to me, with its little tantalizing hints. But I've never quite been able to reach it, or even figure out what it is.

Maybe it makes me a bad person, or maybe it's the logical extension of my desire, but I know with sudden clarity that I would give anything in my power to find out what I've lost. I'd give my life if, before I died, I could get back what's been taken from me.

What was the start of all this?

When did the cogs of fate begun to turn?

Perhaps it is impossible to grasp the answer now, from deep within the flow of time..

But, for a certainly, back then, we loved so many, yet hated so much, we hurt others and were hurt ourselves..

Yet even then, we ran like the wind, whilst our laughter echoed, under cerulean skies.