Everyone wants to show you pictures of the things you used
to do together but all you can do, is wonder why no one’s
taking new ones.
Monday, June 2, 2014
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8 comments:
Because I don't want to make new memories with anyone but you.
I've tried to move on, but I probably never will. Deep down I believe that all these tests and learning experiences are readying me for the best yet to come with you.
You're not made of dust and clay, you have metal in your bones, and body.I love you. I was made to love you.
I don't want to tell you anything because you won't believe.it was not me.
seriously. every time i post a comment, it never is approved. thats how i know exactly who this is. so over it, so over you. one day youll need me and i wont be available. ill have shut the door to your cage forever, and you know what happens after that? right? im remembering who i am, where i came from and where im going.
because we are making space to create more new ones
This strikes a chord with me. And maybe we should start taking new photos, for fear that those images will soon fade away, and we may have nothing left to show tomorrow.
I see you as a distant memory
Your name drops on my lips
Shivafeli
I love this. Nostalgia can be a beautiful emotion, but if we forget to live in the present it can become a prison.
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