Memories and life events, I see you there dressed handsome
And I realize time has passed and our lives, well you lead a separate one.
I'm here waiting, grasping for some change when I know life doesn't wait for you.
It's circulating in its power to derange, but change is something much more.
It leads us down a path unknown, not down or up, but an untraveled path, overgrown.
Waiting is something I do, waiting for something or anything to move me and shift my existence toward something beautiful.
But waiting is stationary, stagnant, and to live I need to move, one way or another, not wary of this life.
Full force in the knowledge that life goes on and that's okay, and we'll each continue alone until neither of us recognize the other, gone with the winds of time.About the Creator
Abby Lynnae
I think it's important to share struggles with others in order to help the same types of people in their own lives. Heaven knows enough other people with struggles worse than mine have helped me in the past.
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