we all get lost once in a while, sometimes by choice, sometimes due to forces beyond our control. when we learn what it is our soul needs to learn, the path presents itself. sometimes we see the way out but wander further and deeper despite ourselves; the fear, the anger or the sadness preventing us returning. sometimes we prefer to be lost and wandering, sometimes it’s easier. sometimes we find our own way out. but regardless, always, we are found.
There’s something i hear when you’re not talking. Something nostalgic, something familiar i fear. I am pensive,perhaps its the dreariness of the morning. Outside, the world is sprawled with blankets of gray. Temporarily, greatly consuming. Then i return to me. It’s the secret, you’re in my consciousness, disrupting.
80’s kids who met in the 90’s. More than a decade after, reunions are always a way to memorialize fondest memories of our Spice Girls and Backstreet Boys days and shifting to future weddings. Perks of becoming extended family than friends. These people are one of the best thing that happened to me.