It is said that the memories which give you happiness have a potential of giving back the same intensity of pain
Without those moments you wouldn't have been where you are but living with them seems like a burden every single day.
That memory dates back to those days when in my eyes all their existed was innocence
It reminds me of those flowers I took with me in the hope of keeping them safe with me
Forgetting that everything needs nurturing.
It never occurred to me that holding someone close won't guarantee you holding them always.
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Beyond the Haze
RandomA collection of journal poetry. The haze of my thoughts often prevent me from living in the moment, and these are some of them.
