1 Year Later…
Where should I start?
Sometimes I like to live in my memories. A dream of what
could be. But fear creeps in knowing how we have changed and things of the past
cease to exist. The memories are starting to become more blurred and
fragmented. I wake up to with a crushing weight, making me feel numb and lost.
Some things in life just leave a deeper scar than others.
Waking to the sunset. Damn I am sick of being sad. I ran
away hoping to get a fresh start, but I guess it takes more than being a couple
100 miles away to get you off my mind. Most days I’m fine but there are days
like these where I wake up from a dream of you and me. I take these days slow
because I don’t want to do something stupid like call you up and tell you I
miss you when I know you are moving on. And so am I, I just need more time, I
guess.
Here I am getting older, but I don’t have a clue what I want
to do. I’m just aimlessly following the path in front of me not sure where it
will lead me.
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