Yesterdays
I keep thinking of yesterdays.
Of a yesterday when everything was lamplights and fireflies.
Of a time long gone where I was never alone.
Wishful thinking, promises to be fulfilled,
For a life and destiny well lived;
I fashion from these long lost days,
A love that stays, bright lights and high ways.
Driving this, a force, I find;
That the fragments of my present, together will bind.
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Ranterfreak
A very confused person, desperately trying to find an original way out of a self created unoriginal world. I love happy moments. Somedays i'm a borderline optimist and somedays i'm a borderline pessimist and most days i don't really care. I'm utterly scared of change but I search for it anyway. Just trying to get a life and to find my voice along the way!
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