again..
I wonder how many of the people you see on the street had past lives..
I personally don't think I did because I can never remember it, but
sometimes my dreams take me thru to the old world, where
I don't necessarily feel comfortable but it's necessary for me to stay
because I long for an understanding of why I feel this way.
When I delve a little deeper, into pictures, notes, my yearbook,
I realize that this person that I was is long gone, long long gone.
Half the people that could say they know me, only knew me in my past life..
Is that sad or is that beautiful? Maybe if they met me again they'd see how much they've changed too.
There is only one person I miss from that life. I still dream about her almost every night.
I day dream of her during the day, still. Nothing will ever change:
But I will have my time again, one day, with her. Nothing can stop this.
Ciao.
I personally don't think I did because I can never remember it, but
sometimes my dreams take me thru to the old world, where
I don't necessarily feel comfortable but it's necessary for me to stay
because I long for an understanding of why I feel this way.
When I delve a little deeper, into pictures, notes, my yearbook,
I realize that this person that I was is long gone, long long gone.
Half the people that could say they know me, only knew me in my past life..
Is that sad or is that beautiful? Maybe if they met me again they'd see how much they've changed too.
There is only one person I miss from that life. I still dream about her almost every night.
I day dream of her during the day, still. Nothing will ever change:
But I will have my time again, one day, with her. Nothing can stop this.
Ciao.