A diary of thoughts on life, people, politics, and society
Monday, August 24, 2009
Memory of a memory
When I am sad, I remember you. I know that you never saw the light but you existed in a way or another and you must be somewhere. Somehow you give me strength. Just remembering the feeling you gave me makes me feel that I own the universe.It was just you and me and it was everything. I cant and will never forget you.