Though he wouldn’t dare admit that he might have felt more for her. He wasn’t ready to care for a person that much when he still didn’t care too highly for himself. most days Landon regarded himself as a lost soul, a wanderer. Who could love such a man?
If I were born a woman, my clothes would be for any man with rough hands
to tear down and my body to be made love to by any heart lost enough to
Somewhere along the way I feel as though I lost my identity and its not like losing a passport it feels more like losing someone so dear to your heart that it pains you everyday to be so unsure if you’ll ever see them again or not
Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.
He died when he was only nineteen years old. I was still a baby at the time, so I didn’t remember him. Growing up, I’d always told myself that was lucky. Because you can’t miss someone you don’t remember.
But the truth was, I did miss him.
And the geography of the thing–the geography of them–was completely and hopelessly wrong.
And I wasn’t playing a role – I was trying to be myself.
But the harder I was striving, the more I was realizing that I had probably lost that ‘myself’ somewhere between two perfectly performed roles…
In some strange way, any new fact or insight that I may have found has not seemed to me as a “discovery
I’ll see you in another life brother.