I’d rather go and make my own way than have it decided for me.
I felt as though my mind and heart had been dragged through a thicket of rose bushes and caught on every little thorn.
They say love and hate are closely tied, that they can turn at a moment’s notice.
The circus had been unlike anything I could ever imagine and I could not walk away. I wanted to be a part of the magic, create it and wield it with such skill that it looked effortless. I wanted to fly.
Love? Love is like holding water in your hands. You might have it for a time, but it escapes, leaving you with nothing.
Secrets, once spoken, have a way of running away from you. They cannot be gathered in again.
