Reminiscing, remembering the little and big things and how in that moment it felt safe and real.
How easy was it when we were tipping toes?
Was it blissful ignorance or unhindered affections? I lie torn between living in the unknown and facing reality.
Words run deep. It can’t simply be claimed with no remnants of impact.
People tell me truth liberates. Yet I find myself weighed down with feelings unresolved. Vaguely remember a time where it feels light.
I miss everything.
Occasional Musings 