An ornate and gold-edged book, of which inside are secrets even she doesn't know or understand. But tucked all through it are leaflets of paper, as if she'd rather not write in the book its self. Except on the first empty page of the book is written in exquisite, flowing penmanship her full name. ~ Lavender Cecelia Morgan.
Friday, 13 October 2017
Again I reflect upon my life, I smile at some memories, yet the same happy memory makes me sad all the same for what was lost. How I wish, I could go back and do some things over, to find the courage I needed before. Oh to make different, better choices. But alas I can only long for what might have been had I not been such a fool. The memories, and the love of the friends I still have are all that sustain me. Recent events while making me sad again for what once was, perhaps also give me a glimmer of hope. Perhaps I am not as lost as I feel. Perhaps since I've made peace, I will find happiness once again, I hope so. Only this time I won't be scared. I've stopped running, and I've found my way home again, perhaps now my path will lead me to where I want to be. Only time will tell.
