Author: Shexpeare /

I was feeling very nostalgic today. When I'm thinking about a memory, my mind always feels so... slow. I don't really know how to explain it. All I know is that when I'm thinking of the things that have come and gone I can hear my heart clearly. Everything is slow, and everything in that memory happens in a moment. Again. It happens again. I feel like I know who I am, and how I got here.
I still fear change.
I don't feel the same. And I was always told I would feel this way. But it is different then they all thought. Because they brought me here. They made me who I am. And they helped me to get passed the emotional distress I bring to my own heart. Memories: They hurt, make me smile- all the same.
Goodbye to everyone I know.
You'll be a memory soon. Thank you, I love you, and I'll love you forever, in this moment.