rivz

It's strange to look back on the remnants of another life. So many memories, although good and bad, you're not sure if you want to be reminded. To look back at what was there and what you used to be, but are you the same? Don't you want to be you? But then you realize, that's not who you were right off the bat. You changed to get to that point, and you've changed to get to now. So who are you really? I suppose everyone asks that question, but no one can ever really know. The most you can know is where you came from, what your goals are and what you'll do in certain situations- sounds like a job interview. But knowing enough trivia can't be

I was with you last night. We danced and swayed to soft music just like we used to. I layed my cheeck on your shoulder, kissed your neck You kissed the top of my head very softly Then I looked up at you and couldn't help but cry That's when I burried my face into your shoulder You smelled just like you used to- I love that smell so much Then we layed down on my bed and I watched you fall asleep I let my finger follow the lines of your face Your cheeck, your chin, your lips, your nose, your brow, then back down your cheeck to your lips Your lips were soft and smooth, moist around their center I took your hand and held it and I kis

Tired of the last journal... Sad music was already thinking about him ...good song... "may you find some comfort here" need to do homework he won't let me always there no matter how far away seconds time missing sadness love always forever and ever and ever and ever... come home to me