I feel like myself again.
I want to live.
To love,
laugh,
cry,
smile,
To trust.
Life to me now seems
like a beautiful journey.
Every step of which enriches my soul.
Not caring about the destination,
I love the journey.
If I died this very second,
I'd be grateful that I truly lived.
That I looked into his eyes,
and I loved and I smiled,
and that my fingertips touched his.
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Poetry:My Only Friend
PoesíaIn a world where falling in love is so rare, I fell in love with poetry. It gave me understanding. I write to understand my pain. I write to feel my pain and transcend it. I feel my words, I feel the past, the present, I envision the future, all th...
