Life is constantly weighed down by its past. Every breath, every action, leaves an imprint of the world. The question is wether our memories will bring shadows upon our path, or will we ever simply stand in the sunlight?
The sun sets and the moon rises, but your absence stays still. August slips like a blink and winter should have been colder, but summer memories warm my endless nights. First love never lasts and so does us, but the way I love you at sixteen always stays with me.
Collections of prose and poetries by Georgina River.