If I could go back in time to my favorite memory, I would go back to that moment when I discovered my love for writing. It was love at first sight. The kind of love that would never leave me. Whenever I feel like no one hears my screams, I just write.
Melodies and Memories
melodies and memories, I reminisce of home and what it used to be the only place I understood. home is, 10 year old me singing Ricardo Groeneworld every third Sunday in June unmelodious sounds fill the air, followed by laughter and a Father’s Day card. if I could go back, I would home is, the…
Love at first sight
If I could go back in time to my favorite memory I would go back to that moment when I met him. Some call it love at first sight. It was an overcast day, dark and cold. The resemblance between the gloomy weather and my emotions was remarkable. I sat on the grass, underneath the Willow…
Drowning
Blood filled my hands, like water filled the seven seas. The force of the merciless tide, pulling me under, pushing my body further and further down, engulfing my body completely, reminding me of the indefinite hugs we shared. In your embrace, my mind was at ease and peace, you were my home, the love I…
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