I can’t even remember a time when I can say that I felt real happiness—
the genuine kind where I can keep it in my mind and revisit it every time
I need a place to feel safe. But I always remember the time that I cried
so hard every night and the time that my heart got crushed into pieces,
I have kept memories of those kind, that I feel like sadness is my safe place and it will be all I’ll ever have.
I wrote a bunch of poetry back in 2017, it was all over the place. So, I finally retrieved it from my old broken laptop and some were from my old journal pages that I may have forgotten about.
To view blog series done on this site click: FEATURED COLLECTIONS
Discover new blogs to follow and sign up as well to include your blog click: BLOG DIRECTORY
Let’s follow each other: