I have done things in the past that I am not proud of. I have lived with
my mistakes, and I have bathed in the consequences. I took paths that I don’t
regret, but I wish I had chosen better. I am stitched with flaws, and they are
a part of me now. It’s a burden that I am bound to carry throughout.
I wish I had some people still sitting next to me, but all I have today
is their memories. I kiss the past even though its lips are fenced with barbed
wire. I bleed every night through nostalgia and melancholy.
I do apologize for the things that I have done. But I don’t apologize for
being myself. I don’t apologize for surviving through foggy nights and colder
mornings.
God Bless Us..
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