I remember the breeze was cooling us down from the scorching sun above.
Our feet ached because of the walk we done, yet our minds raced at the possibilities around us.
It was my time to discover, my time to rest and ultimately my time to get away from it all.
Everything slowly started to fall sort back home, the relationship with my family took a nose dive, trouble appeared in all shapes and forms and I couldn't manage the pressure, the feeling of failure and the sheer
defeat in the process of guidance.
It took me quite some time to build up the courage to actually slowly plan my escape, but I did.
The months leading up to my departure were great, it almost seemed that life had slowly slotted itself back into place and an even better one at that- but the fragmented memories I have only tell the good times for we choose to ignore the bad.
It wasn't a fairy tale, it was once love.
Love the blossomed under the tall grass and under those duvets, the plastic card that helped us so much in those early days really stayed true to its use, but it's all memories I choose to remember, for it's easier to deal with the good and non of the bad.
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It was that day I thought "one day I will, one day I'll write it all down and compile my story into something bigger then what's in my mind".
It's funny how we see the world, it happened back then without me realising it, that little seed now blossomed into a thirsty plant.
Remember all that you see, for without knowing, it can shape your life.
Our feet ached because of the walk we done, yet our minds raced at the possibilities around us.
It was my time to discover, my time to rest and ultimately my time to get away from it all.
Everything slowly started to fall sort back home, the relationship with my family took a nose dive, trouble appeared in all shapes and forms and I couldn't manage the pressure, the feeling of failure and the sheer
defeat in the process of guidance.
It took me quite some time to build up the courage to actually slowly plan my escape, but I did.
The months leading up to my departure were great, it almost seemed that life had slowly slotted itself back into place and an even better one at that- but the fragmented memories I have only tell the good times for we choose to ignore the bad.
It wasn't a fairy tale, it was once love.
Love the blossomed under the tall grass and under those duvets, the plastic card that helped us so much in those early days really stayed true to its use, but it's all memories I choose to remember, for it's easier to deal with the good and non of the bad.
*
It was that day I thought "one day I will, one day I'll write it all down and compile my story into something bigger then what's in my mind".
It's funny how we see the world, it happened back then without me realising it, that little seed now blossomed into a thirsty plant.
Remember all that you see, for without knowing, it can shape your life.
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