its funny how one place can be a place of a creation of something magical and beautiful. then again, it can also be a place of sick nostalgia.
Walking down the aisles of Peace Lake reminds me of the 2 nights that had completely changed my life.
Sounds really BIG for a something that was so small at the time huh...
It was the 2 nights when I felt human, laughter, joy.
Walking down those aisles made me smile at the silly moments we had there.
Such irony.
When it's supposed to bring me pain, it brought me joy instead. :) I guess the world works in mysterious ways huh. :)
