lalunabruja
I lost time, I groped for words. The inner editor should die as I embrace freedom. Freedom to be mistaken. I embraced myself completely, knowing that I finally see the light, where the love for words emanate; where it shall stay free forever,,,, I hear my old self whisper "Goodbye, I spent good times with you."
I lost time, I groped for words. The inner editor should die as I embrace freedom. Freedom to be mistaken. I embraced my self completely, knowing that I finally see the light, where the love for words emanate; where it shall stay free forever,,,, I hear my old self whisper "Goodbye, I spent good times with you."
The heart never forgets.
One day I went through my old journals, some written from years ago to find that that woman who wrote it then is not the same woman reading it today. How different are the times when feelings change!
Forgetting isn't easy when your heart knows and can remember.
The heart never forgets.
One day I went through my old journals, some written from years ago to find that that woman who wrote it then is not the woman reading it today.
Forgetting cannot be possible when your heart knows and remember.
How can the heart forget?
One day i was going through my journals, written as far back as laate 80's to read that that woma who wrote it is different from the woman who is reading it. F