jaclynemma
It isn't cool to pretend that you're okay when you're not. When I told you I was sad and I didn't like eating and I miss you, I meant every word. I say and write a thousand words a day but never did I mean short phrases that much.
I'm tired of speaking of what I feel or what I think or what I fear. This time, I'll let silence will be my essay.
What lies ahead if we shed off all our fears and all of our old selves? Does what awaits us is as wonderful as the dearest memories of the past? Is it worth leaving everything we know behind and embracing the future?
The end.
Give me a compass. Tell me where to go from here. I've crossed bridges, burned them down, swam through rough seas, and climbed tall mountains. Months after, here I am, back to where I started.
Each song tonight and every night is a reference to a memory, a box full of memories. Each lyric, key, note, and sigh of the singer's voice is a reminder of an experience, a thought, a memory.
I placed the faces of the people in my life in front of me and I told myself that if I do not know how to be grateful for this then I don't know anymore
No amount of time can erase what has made you feel loved or what has broken you