I flew back to Paris. I dived back in time.
All that was needed to be done, and then there was more.
You reflected that I had gotten better. It was not all that bad, no?
No it was not. Nothing was all that traumatic.
Bidding farewell. Losing. Falling. Hurting.
I close my eyes. I don’t think. I drift.
If someone searches for me, I am still here.
The part of me that stays true, at least.
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Take care always.
Hi Sharon,
greetings to you!
“The bad news is time flies. The good news is you are the pilot.”
Add oil Sharon, and may you fly free in your heart!
Inspired by you, wished I had the chance to experience life, study, and the world. You captured the beautiful moments, contributed all your hardwork, I am sure you will enjoy the coming challenges and do what you love and love what you do. Cheers and take care!
dear sharon,
sanity is always the last thing we can preserve… always follow your heart and everything is gonna be alright…
hope you have a good time!
Hello:)