Could’ve forgotten all about this entirely, but I couldn’t do that, could I? Closing a book doesn’t make the story go away. And I’m a story in writing, I am still a girl who’s running away from her past. As hard as it may be, all I can do is hope and keep walking further away from everything. And here I am, walked right into myself tonight.
A kind heart once tortured, grows cold overtime. Thus is the story of my heart.
Here’s a girl who once loved so deeply and so blindly, she was also stupid. Very stupid. The last few months made me realize thing’s I’d never wanted to admit to in the past. It taught me reality and what the present day held. It’s not the past that makes you who you are. It’s what you do with yourself after that past leaves you in nothing but ashes.
She Was Sea 