Dee. 22. Mama to a wild thing. Dreamer. Book Worm. Over-thinker.
"Memory is a tenuous thing, flickering glimpses, blue and white, like ancient, decomposing 16mm film. Happiness escapes me there, where faces are vague and yesterday seems to come tied up in ribbons of pain. Happiness? I look for it instead of today, where memory is something I can still
touch, still rely on. I find it in the smiles of new friends, the hope blossoming inside. My happiest memories have no place in the past; they are those I have yet to create."
