I used to run away a lot when I was a teen ager. One reason was because the pain of living at home with those that hurt me was too much to deal with and the other reason was that I just loved to roam the streets at night.
A intense conflict has brought Michael and I together but at a price. I hope my friend with whom I share pain and dreams with will not succumb to the deadly whims that led me down painful paths. It doesn't have to be that way for her.
Running the streets, being morose, feeling sorry for one's self. Losing yourself in dreams and instant gratification, its not life its a delay. I have to still remind myself of this every day of my life.
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