ericapelaez
She breathed like there was nothing on her mind.
She radiated energy with every single move she made.
She spoke life wit her sweet voice.
She was an easy going and free spirited soul.
But her eyes welcomed death, as if she knew there wouldn't be a tomorrow.
To rewrite my history would be to run away from the future ahead of me.
To rewrite myself would be to cower at who I will be.