I miss you a lot. Most of the time, it saddens me for letting go for as long as I did. The truth is you have my heart. You always listened. You never pushed me away for talking too much. I can make sense... I can spit out nonsense... You were still there. You are here. Limitless. Timeless. Real. Thank you for never really leaving me. Even when I left.
A song pops up in my head in bed, carrying with it a memory that may not always be described in words. So the music in it of itself allows me to tell my stories. This is my writer's pen. This is my '3' and my 'M'. This is my passion in life; my blog; my light and though it may occasionally lose its shine, it will never completely leave me in the dark.