I wasn’t really writing to be appreciated. I write because that’s what I like and the only thing I knew to do.
And all I thought was it is all over.
The yesteryears were all gone because there were no more us.
There are things I thought I’m not going to need anymore…
But here I am.
Wishful Memories
I wish I could rewrite the history..
Those things that I should’ve done yet I didn’t…
Those things that I should’ve kept, yet I let it slip away from my hands..