There come times where the smallest acts, the simplest smells, or even a random thought makes me remember a sweet memory that takes me back in time to a happy place. There comes a time where that memory keeps me in a beautiful exotic state of mind, then I remember the reality, I stand still, and reflect on now and then. That memory becomes a tragedy, it becomes a sad moment. It becomes a grief state of mind, and for a second I feel really tired, like the world has drained me from everything beautiful I had. I shed some tears and try to pick up the broken pieces left in my heart. Look up and move forward. Not to worry, that beautiful thought of the memory is gone now, but It's beauty stays within.
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| A flower always dies |
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