I remember pa.

so I kept on running.trying to become someone I'm not. but sometimes you stumble, and when you stumble, you hit the ground hard. like, really hard.

when I think of those days, it stings, because it's something my heart aches for, but it's something I could never have. so you're afraid of going anywhere near there. but sometimes, your memories unwinds infront of you, retelling you a story. A story you so dearly remembered. A story you sorely miss. It was once and will always be your favourite. The best, yes ultimately.

It's Febuary the 17th,and I miss you today pa.