nostalgic

I miss the days of chasing fireflies, and believing that heaven was a meadow of wild flowers on a sunny Summer day...

I guess we all look back on a more simple time, and feel a little wistful. It's not that I want to live those days again. I just want to recapture the bubbles of hope and joy that sprang up inside a girl who believed anything was possible.

She's not gone...She's just tired of trying to convince the world that she's still here.