I love the wind. It has its own ways, especially when I'm walking alone alongside the road. I almost feel like I'm being blown away.
There are secrets from my past—ones I never want to remember. But if someone brings them up, I don’t know why, they just come rushing back.
I love being alone. There’s a kind of inner peace in it. Sometimes, I wish I could grow a beautiful garden, one that looks like heaven, filled with roses and dandelions, just so I could give one to the love of my life.
Sometimes life feels like the heart of a child—full of dreams, like everything you wanted has worked out, and then the excitement kicks in. I don’t need all that cash if I have you.
A pinky promise was made, but why am I the only one remembering it all?