I had someone once who made every day mean something. And now…. I am lost…. And nothing means anything anymore.
I miss that feeling of connection. Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
He was both everything I could ever want… And nothing I could ever have…
The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. touching your skin… … Saying goodbye…. The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.
In our lives, the true assets are not money but memories. Always remember to touch every one you meet with appropriate love, kindness, and compassion. Let go of the past and forgive the past with true love. Incorporate the wisdom that you learn into your future.
I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.