I love the feeling of outside tonight. It feels so right. The sound of the crickets and this cool breeze feels good.
I wish someone was here to sit with mr though, not to talk but just to sit…and know that they’re just there with me. Sitting.
Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched….
I think I’m obsessed with my childhood and the past.
I wish I would get over it…but I don’t want to forget it.
I don’t want to forget what I grew up around and what made me so happy when I was small. I want to be able to tell endless amounts of stories about my childhood to my younger cousins when I’m older. It makes me so happy thinking about it and talking about it.Listening to old songs. Watching old movies. Looking at old photographs. Telling old stories. It’s when I feel the happiest, but then again it’s when I realize most that it’s not going to be like that anymore.
…I don’t want to keep thinking about how good those times are because I feel like the present can never live up to those memories.