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Sunday, January 11, 2015

and the reflections...

It must be the weather, or maybe the music. I feel reflections of a life i once lived harrowing my vision and mind. Reflections of the things I've lost and loved. It leaves a pit in your heart, it even hurts. People, they come and go. nothing is forever, not even life, and that sometimes hits you and you cant help but hurt for it. I wanna have the times back, the laughing, the adventures, the pure moments of friendship and love. Its a stalemate, everything is gone you once held so dear and your in this new life, alone. Only my beautiful baby girl to light the days. She does that, the dark days of most, her smile brings me back to reality. 
 It doesn't take away the hurt though, it mutes it for another time. I day dream often, and have been in a time machine and gone back to times were we lived! we Loved! we caused trouble and mischief. Kissing, Hugging, Skirts, Manson, Drugs, Drinking. I don't feel bad for missing some of the bad things, they taught me things. Then Im back to reality. My child smiling at me, dancing around to music, singing into her microphone. Saying I love you, by just saying YOU in the most beautiful way. Old times good times have been here and gone, and its not bad to feel a bit of sorrow that they are gone. You gotta look ahead and think of where you want to go from there. Is everything what you want it to be?, are there changes to be made?  Usually the answer is no, and that means its time for a change. Because there is too many things I wanna do, and not enough time to do them. I appreciate and love all those people that have helped me grow, the people who loved me for me, the people that loved fiercely with me! Most gone, for some reason or another. Everything and everyone usually goes on, and your not always a part of their change. But this bird you cannot change because ill always be Miah, ALWAYS. A little different,some growth, but ill always be me! and i guess that's something i can always count on.

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