My head is a library. It's filled with pages of regretful memories. All their edges torn and frayed. There are short stories full of friendly conversations and laughter here or there. But they are buried under all these novels of pain. Every heavy story I carry is always about someone I'd like to forget or get rid of. I'm trying to clean up this place; but every heavy memory I try to lift and box away is killing me.
LavenderDarling LavenderDarling
26-30, F
2 Responses Jan 2, 2016

You look sexy as ****

I really would like to have a look into your head. I LOVE libraries for my life! I like the simile you´ve made. :-)

Thank you. It pleases me when others can relate or simply just enjoy my thoughts and emotions, my writing.