The Sunflower Girl

As I sway with the tranquil zephyr, I let my skin benevolently nudge the soil, the pure soil of this sunflower garden... I lay down, the beaming rays of sun, for one last time, fell on the petals and I celebrated nature. The gift of God and the life that I chose... A traversing remorse through the veins, in the loving memory of the departed soul.

How do I put my complex feelings into words? The start of summer and the fluttery hearts. With the setting sun, I planted my adulation. For him, with his memories.

The melancholy in the melody of his voice, his eyes possessed a concealed spark, his fragrance that persistently drove me wild, he left a mystical sign on my red gown. Most of all, the beguiling memories that haunt me like an eerie ghost.

We walked the rainy nights, we sailed through the light of moon, shadow by the water's edge. The vivid sunflowers which devotedly revealed the map towards my heart and he succinctly constructed a perennial home within me. Not that I would ever admit, but a lover that has been faded, is a lover who never loved.

Lies. In my illustration, the meaning of lie is cryptic yet crystal clear. A lie is a legitimate way of keeping a heart enclosed and engraved to your selfish possession.A lie is said when you have already broken that one fragile individual who painted skies in your name, but you're in denial. When you do not hold enough courage to fervently accept your betrayal, your insensitivity that cut open someone else. Look, they are bleeding incessantly.

Every moment spent together was beauty in it's own way. The breeze caused us to thank every bit of the universe. The day I eagerly and earnestly was waiting for, had finally arrived. The decked up day was supposed to bring in showers of vibrant jubilee, isn't it? Why was it so pulchritudinous yet so despondent?... Why did "love" take shelter under the vicious wind? Why did love become a destructive chronicle? Bizarre, as it is.