TŌERJ'ien

One year ago, in a memoir of certain times and memories. Your eyeballs are still opium looking at me. Not only you, but also him, him, him, and them. Yes. Perhaps more precisely them. Those who started the start line at the same time as me. Then it will carry a wheel into the valley I call heaven. Heaven on earth. Oh no. It's a paradise of the world according to my version and their version.
There is no grandiose out of our version of heaven. Just the time rolling around the threads of togetherness. All I know is tomorrow my footsteps and their footsteps will move together. Track each sandbar on the beach.
It's not about friendships that roll over the years. Nor is the romance between romeo and juliet. But more than that. It's about Love and belonging. Then a sense of comfort that further ingrained in the body. How can I let go? Can not! Though time keeps inflamed trying to let go.
I have a God-given memory, of infinite capacity. I use to keep beautiful stories in every curve of my life. For every turn and ups and downs I can take lessons. Is not experience the most precious teacher? With you guys, twists and stumbling paths once blanketed a year of my life. Until becoming a self-sufficient person must be passed. No problem, because the rainbow came after the rain. The rain that soaked the ground when he still wants to dry ~ regards @ulokgram