2 years later....
So I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes...
God it's been a long time. I think we sometimes forget just how therapeutic writing can be.
More than two years later, I am sitting here, reevaluating my life on the eve of my 19 birthday. Live Journal , my dear old friend, has just reminded me about my not-so-long-ago childhood. Through my ups and downs, I was lucky. Great friends. Great times. And great memories that have seemed to escape me.
So I sit here wishing, hoping, and desperately praying that my meager memories will resurface to remind me of the beauty in my world. The beauty that once was; the beauty that will always be.
God it's been a long time. I think we sometimes forget just how therapeutic writing can be.
More than two years later, I am sitting here, reevaluating my life on the eve of my 19 birthday. Live Journal , my dear old friend, has just reminded me about my not-so-long-ago childhood. Through my ups and downs, I was lucky. Great friends. Great times. And great memories that have seemed to escape me.
So I sit here wishing, hoping, and desperately praying that my meager memories will resurface to remind me of the beauty in my world. The beauty that once was; the beauty that will always be.