Longing
This is the only word I have.
I am longing for:
Change Hope Peace Comfort Joy Memories Love Mom Closure
I know I am supposed to be all happy and excited that my life is moving forward. I am growing and learning from my experiences and I am glad there is no more pain.
But sometimes, usually when it is late and I am all alone with my thinking. When I am feeling more alone then I have ever felt. I wish I had a rewind button. Maybe I would remember better. I would remember the smells, the sights, the love, and most of all the sounds, before it all got so messed up.
I feel like I am forgetting or letting go... Then I feel bad. I told her I would be okay. That I would keep growing, learning, and loving.
Worse then all that is that I feel like in a years time so much around me has changed and yet so much of me remains the same.










