Creative Writing

The memories in my head makes me feel so happy
A life that have been lived
Memories that I hope it never ever fade or get blurry
Is it funny that the moments that used to ache me are amusing memories now?
I’m so happy I’m so happy that I can still remember you in my empty life, empty house
Part of me misses you, maybe the older me, definitely is
I feel sad for her. She’s laying in the red carpet drowning in her tears and gasping for breaths
She couldn’t study looking at her cold hand waiting for someone to hold hers
Will she make it on her own or will her heart stop from that panic attack?