Hey people, (Or I could just say Daphne, because she's likely to be the only one to read this. )

I've got a new home. I'm moving out of my parents home, and I'm leaving for my own house. It's a nice home and it's so cheap that I couldn't resist =0

And in about a week I turn 20
So it's a joyfull month for me

Never Forget


Someone walks into a room that has been locked with a reason.
He opened it because he was searching for something.


He glances around.
Examining to room he entered.


The room is filled with stacks of paper appearing to be poems.
He grabs a chair, sits down and starts to read them all.


And as he was reading, memories were coming back to him.


Some of them reminded him of friendships long broken.
Other reminded him of love that shattered long ago.
But most of them reminded him of his losses.


And only a few reminded him of how good it used to be.
The warmth of his personality.
His never dying smile.
His ever blissful spirit.

All left in the past.


They all reminded him of things he left behind in the past...
They all reminded him of how he wrote with a fire long lost...

A fire he seeks to reclaim.
So it’s time to pick up his story.

It’s time to blow away the dust.


What’s the use in leaving your past?
When your past won’t leave you...