Sometimes I wish more than anything I could go back. One more day to change something, to enjoy a moment, to say goodbye, to go back. I've been finding myself wishing I could change the past.
It hurts so much that people know who I was. They judge me, I'm still the same in their eyes.
If i could see one person simply breathing, I would feel more whole. More complete.
I guess it just goes to show that we must live in the moment. I've learned that the hard way.
My everything is buried in the ground. Slipped away...
If you had just ONE more day with a lost loved one or ONE day to change your past, what would you do instead? How do you think you've learned from these experiences?
<3
