I know I'm always going to feel like I'm missing something, a piece of myself. Whether its my parents, the best friends that came and left, or the boy. Those things were such a distinct part of me for such a small amount of time, I learned to find my way with them, but not with out them.
"All I'd ever wanted was to forget. but even when i thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below."
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment