Too much happened. Things were lost, and perhaps you didn't want to gain anything. It hurts, a pain so lovely, so brutal that you can't forget. Caught in a time zone where the future doesn't exist, or maybe you don't want it to. If only home is where you are.
With someone like you, complication is simple, love is a profound beauty, and everything without logic is senseful. The past whimpered a memory or two because history says "learn something". So it was promised, our hearts are throbbing from something that once happened. The pain is only a bitter reality, a reality that wasn't meant for you to live.
Maybe...
You're here because the now is meant to be. The then lived, the present is living in the moment, and what's yet to come will live when it's time.
What ensued from long ago is intended for then, but the now... it wants to be the present. But if you don't let it come, let the minutes of today be, then what's the point of thinking about tomorrow?
Bottom line is...
The past is gone, it's born into the yesterdays.
Keep it there.
Capture something new, and move a step foreward.
It's hard, but worth it.
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My Words By Audrey B. Holley
RandomI'm spilling my insides. Perhaps, you feel the same. A heart that wishes to harmonize. Feelings that roll around. How outcasts are wrong...all because of a shirt. A lonely world. Note to reader: I add in whatever is on my mind, so this is incomplete...
