You know one of those days, where you just sit in silence or lying down on your bed staring into the ceiling, reminiscing. You'd find yourself smiling because suddenly these things popped into your head. The feeling of joy. The moments you cherished. You remembered. The time your days filled with laughter and heart to heart conversations. From a cup of coffee to another. You felt loved and protected. Your alarms were set earlier because for once, reality was so much better than your dreams. It was a good time. It was the time you fell in love.
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Repressed Feelings
PoesíaIt's a compilation of my thoughts. Not so much a poetry, but i guess you can call it that. Some might be light, others might be dark. Some might be extremely personal, others are inspired by other people. Welcome to my brain, it's a fucked up one.
