Sunday Morning Silence reminds me of you and the way you made me feel like I was part of something calm and restful (something like love) but it was only ever temporary...
There Will Be Times when I can't tell you who I am for I do not know myself, I'm living my life day-by-day, trying to survive, trying to be better than yesterday...
She feels herself blowing in the wind, like the leaves of autumn, ready to cut loose, and all she needs is somewhere to call home; and she wants is someone to hold her tight and never let go....
We meet people throughout our lives and connect with some. How beautiful is it, connections don't actually require time. Not to build, neither to survive They stay their in smile & memories and don't actually care whether there will be a next time....