past

               bleeehhhhhhhhhh...the first two days of spring break, i hope its goin better for everyone else than it is for me, honestly its not that bad but it could be wayy better. but i realized something this weekend though, this evening to be exact, its that everything can be traced, tracked, everything has a past you can follow. after laying on my porch looking up at the sky, gazing at the clouds gently blown away by vicious wind, i saw three planes all heading in the same direction, leaving a trail behind them, and i realized, everything has a past, no matter how long or short, shallow or deep, painful or painless, everything has a story, and a story ready to be made, which is why i love old cars and houses and old bottles, i cant help but imagine, wonder, who lived here, who drove this before me or who ever is drivin said vehicle, who drank whatever was in the old bottle, or old farm equipment, i cant help but wonder what its been through, all those years, the decades of history its been through. everything has a past, but what will we make our future?