Most days you are simply a voice in this large world, Words and phrases reminding me of your sorry soul, Some days, you are a speck of dust floating through the thick air, Visions of your brown eyes striking me through my heart, Other days, like today, you are the missing piece to my soul…
If you had to choose one feeling, one emotion for the rest of your life, what would you choose? Would you choose to hold on to your hurt and your pain and walk through the valleys with all the insane? Would you choose to love? Holding all close to your heart as you smile to those…
