by David Guerrero Dec 21, 2006
category :
Life, society /
meaning of life
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The regrets of life seem to haunt me. The dreams I destroyed and the wreckage of my past. I try to think of a time when there was happiness. A time when there was no deep down pains. Anything to bring relief from this discomfort. Numbed into an oblivious state of mind. In my childhood youth was there child like peace. When worries were so small and distant. The cares of only fun and laughter, of playing and of friends. How my soul longs for the return of such innocence. The return of a time that seems so long ago. There are days when I can smell those times in the air. The breeze of memories that live forever in the dark hidden crevices of my mind. Those fragmented moments of emotions and flurries of reflections simultaneously intertwined in a waltz of the past and present. This is my place of peace this is my place of destiny. i will live in each moment, I will love all in my days. For my death will some day come and all I will carry is my eternal memories of life and my eternal memories of those whom I loved. |
by Fluffy
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"Those fragmented moments of emotions and flurries of reflections simultaneously intertwined in a waltz of the past and present." |