The road was long and difficult, but I am glad to be here.
and I remember the old days, where everything seemed light and blue. think of what could’ve been and never bloomed.
forever does not exist.
drops of deep regretmingle with memories lostcontained in pearls – gone.
they have always accused you of being too wasteful. *** you peel the crust off your bread, scattering crumbs across the table, far and wide. next to you, you can see your father grimacing at the brown parts that lay discarded against the white porcelain of your plate. your bread looks much more tasteful toContinue reading “wasteful”