The daily rantings

"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."

Friday, October 5, 2012

Feeling.

You have the entire world in your hands. Your life is perfect, everything's well. Nothing can go wrong in your life.

But your past haunts you day by day. Slowly killing you and revealing thoughts and remembrances. You want them to stop but then again you loved that one special feeling that no one has ever been able to give you.

That special feeling that made you feel so secure and so whole. That feeling that made you feel you. That feeling that you felt so belonged. That feeling where you just felt like you.

I miss that feeling but it is damn right illegal to even be thinking of it.

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