Beautiful things are just beautiful moments that pass us by. Once there gone they truly become beautiful because we see them anymore

If I knew If I did If I can only All the what if and yet life goes on. That was yesterday and now we’re at tomorrow

I remember being sad and I remember it well. But why can’t I think of a happy moments that ends well.

Journal entry 2: I couldn’t tell you what I seen but I will admit the ocean is something else. It calm at times and rowdy another. It kinda funny when you have a moments of pure calmness and the next you’re rushing to stay afloat.

Day 1: I set sail today.. I don’t know where But I know it somewhere. I’m scared but some part of me is excited. As I set the sails and set course the trail, I look at the sun setting in the distance. I ask my self a question…. Is today the ...

I remember you. But sometime late at night ,I Tend to forget you. I see you clear as day but you then fade as each night comes. I feel bad but somehow I feel less and less bad about it Is it bad Im forgetting you. Am I a bad person I’m no longer...

A beautiful thing is life is not forever. Which is a sad truth but not one that always tend to be sad. it just sad because of things left unsaid or done.

Am I still me