Can you blame me?
Past lives, they could exist If you believe it to be.
Flashes of my imagination
Symbolic in the present moment, memories of the past perhaps?
Some of us learn the hard way. Those hard lessons shed light on reality, in that reality I found my authentic beauty. Within that beauty I found me…
To know you and to have touched you
I am glad for what we had… I’m not going back there no matter how amazing it was.