soap me up….rinse… repeat
What is your fantasy?
I want lava.
It is an Honour….
“You’ll understand why storms are named after people.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
People changes, people come and go...it is saddening. But somehow we need to soldier on. Moving forward with whatever we have. All that is left is just memories. Etched deeply into the heart. And sometimes the heart aches.. and it is hurt..hurt to miss people who wont be around. Hurt to realise we cant go back. Hurt to know the need to let go.