Places of return

They say when you forget something at a place it's because you want to return.
The same applies, I guess, with what you choose to keep in your closets, the dusty drawers, in your memories..

It's places you want to go back
and see them again. Feel them again. Take a hazy glare on them. A blurry stare again.

Once you let go of these old rusty thoughts you will be free.
But wanting to go back is not bad either.
It's sane and every devil becomes a saint when they admit theirs sins to the god of their own self.

Now let me play my gipsy tango and let me crawl on the floors
Let me drink all of these places of return until there are no flaws
Let me dance all the memories that appeared as coincidences
Dance all of your fears and take off for new places

Places of  your rusty old thoughts
Places of return
are holy.
They re in your hidden files. The dirty notes behind the books, maybe they have fallen on the floor or behind the shelves
When you find them your dreams will come true.
It might hurt. I didn't promised the opposite.