Memories.
There are so many of them.
Some keep me up at night,
others make me smile,
some are half forgotten.
i did things i'm not very proud of.
some of them changed me or the way i think.
Sometimes i wonder how life was if some things hadn't happened.
Where would i be now?
How would my life be?
How would i be now?
But i think things happen for a reason.
Maybe i had to be on the ground, waiting for dead, to find real happieness.
But maybe that happiness is already im my life.
Maybe you are happiness.
You fell in love with me when i couldn't even love myself.But with everytime you look at me i got that feeling in my stomach.
it's like... warmth.
You make me feel loveable.
Worth it..
to breath.
to feel.
to be happy.
to love.
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Well, i guess memories can be little moments in our life that changed us. Maybe for better, maybe for worse.
After a time you'll forget the most of them.
But there will always be a song,a photo,a message,or whatever that remings you of good and bad things...
but that's okay.
'cause someday there will be one person who helps you to remember the good things in life, not only the bad and also everything between that.
Life isn't just black and white.
And that one person will show you all the colours between.
YOU ARE READING
a little something
PoetryWell, i'll write in this book about everything that comes in my mind. I'm not very good in summaries so I guess it would be the best if you'd read the first chapter so you know what i mean:)