I haven’t written in so long, it seems that there hasn’t been much to say. Now that life once again seems to be at a turning point, words tumble through my mind.
All any of us want is to be loved and cared for. To belong and be safe. A place to call home, and someone to hold our heart.
It seemed as though I came close, that maybe I could believe. But what is it that makes it so hard to hold on, to be true, to just be?
Dreams fade so quickly.
There are moments. A moment you catch eyes. A moment you share. A moment when the world seems to pass. There moments past, moments gone, moments past.
Who knows the value of what we trade. The choices we make, the consequences.
Oh just to be loved. To be wanted. To be kept.