Monday, September 2, 2013

Dear Marie

A place you once held dear,
A time you said ‘no’, when you really meant ‘Yes, but I’m too afraid to”
all that remains now is the ghost of memories that time could not bury.

The places you could have seen,
The things you should have said,
A hand you should have held more,
Bartering with time for more time to unwind past moments

The many places that home is made of,
The inertia of failures and the steep climbs of successes,
Everything comes with a price tag, and dreams are no exception

“ We must always have old memories, and young hopes “ – Arsene Houssaye

Of Silk and Diamonds, Photo Collaboration : Scenes de Rue

- Inner Voice 

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