That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
Tag: nostalgia
Memory Lane
I've always cared more for where I'm going than where I've been; my past was nice but I did not choose it; the future is all me.
dream.think.work. 