:: Sometimes I wonder why
the most beautiful things in life,
like the butterflies with their breathtaking wings
have such a painfully short lifespan
before they fade
into nothing but dust,
with embers of reminiscent memories
clutching on with desperation
to no avail. ::
YOU ARE READING
Rivulets of my thoughts
PoetrySome one once said, "It's okay to cry when there's too much on your mind, as the clouds rain too when things get heavy"; but that's not really an option I can embrace, so instead I seep them into words before they get eddy.
