Be You. Believe In Yourself. Be Unapologetically Authentic. No One Is You And That’s Your Superpower.
I live in a house of memories scattered like dried leaves on a dead forest bed, where once happiness bloomed and the sweet fragrance of love use to soothe me down;
I live in a house of memories where once dream use to fly like birds reminding of the limitless possibilities;
I live in a house of memories where once hope grew
Where the river of pain was just a trickle;
I live in a house of memories that has spikes sharp as pine cones;
I live in a house of memories I wish would disappear….
What is a perfect love story they ask me?