 Moon Drops 2005-09-04 . chapter 1I like it. It's like you're at a turning point in your life. Your old way of life with this person is gone, shattered. There's no turning back. And yet you can't move forward because you keep looking back. Even though it's gone, they are still there.
I've had a poem come to me in the middle of the night. At 10 pm, to be exact. When I was trying to fall asleep... XD It's called "In Its Purest Form," if you're interested. |