#seventh confession

[rin-ron]

I love to fall asleep listening to the music my parents listened to as I grew up. I close my eyes and wish I will dream of the times where I didn't have to worry about the future and longing of someone I will never have.

[ibloggertayny577]

Confession #7

I used to write. When I was in high school I wrote all the time; my feelings, what I saw and how it affected me. I'd even write poems or songs about situations I was in and stuff I experienced. I was good. I felt my writing style was unique and different. The only person I ever let read the stuff i wrote was my best friend and she loved them. She told me to save them because they were so good and maybe could get published. I don't even remember if I still have them anymore. But I still remember certain words and phrases..."she stands there while the color of passion waves around her in the wind." Or, " she closes her eyes and sees only his. Beautiful, she thinks." That's my favorite. I don't write anymore. I haven't been able too. I don't know why. Maybe I will tonight though. Maybe.