My name is Karla and when I was born my name was almost going to be Yoko. There are times I wish I knew who I would have become if I were Yoko. Instead, I am Karla and I would not change it if I could. I write because it makes me happy. I'm not an expert but there is something special when people tell stories.You may or may not understand my poems, stories, or what I call segments of my life;I hope to inspire. Even if it's just a fragment of inspiration.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Fly
When people come into our lives we don't ever expect them to leave.
The sad truth is that they come and go. Life is a constant change, at least the most consistent part of our lives. With every friendship, love or any kind of relationship we grow and learn. With every touch, laugh, cry, hug, and kiss we develop as people. It's as if we are all caterpillars waiting to become butterflies. The process is slow, but in the end the results make us who we are. Our wings grow and we learn to fly. Where our wings may take us is a mystery, but an adventure that we will never forget. Whether people stay forever or only one day lets learn, grow, and cherish every moment.
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