walking down a one way, dead-end street.

Feeling: quixotic
Today I faced my fears and obliterated the unknown for the possibility of the good or the bad. As I suspected, the bad got the best of the future. In two years I shall have power over me. Within those two years I will miss my friend’s deceits and joys. Within two years, I will have to rebuilt what took me two years to gain; a sense of belonging. Within two years, I will be away from those I love and I will cry often. Within two years I could find new passions or find new regrets. Within two years my life could change its course dramatically. Within two years, a lot can happen but, in two years, I will be free.. In two years.
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