I walked passed an alley of tears, fern laden, grey-orange bricks, fitted as the threshold of silent cries and prayers. I walked passed the heavy gates of mourning as I continued walking in the alley of misery. How can be a place so full and empty at the same time? Here I can map out generations of families, wonder what their lives had been like. This place can be a place of new life and the reaching of blossom from a tight bud. Today is no weather, no wind, just birds chirping and flying around a tree.
I let my feet stride lightly on the soft soil and dry leaves, until I am there, resting my eyes on a familiar name. My heart can hear voices as if it is just where I am right now. Perhaps it's the memories that are the real bridges of reality that sense loves to open doors into the worlds beyond. In this life, we can only make our monsters- who would haunt us, make us feel terrified and afraid, yet we can also have our angels, to whom we are fated to know and would help us be an angel.
I sat down beside your name and held the flowers in my hand. It wasn't that long since you left, and our fantasies vividly haunt me. I don't know if I can do this without you. You were my angel, my hope, my everything.
I miss you. Every single day.
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