Daisies
Lost in a melancholic reverie, haunted by the ghost of a beloved past. Every scent, every sound, every memory is a painful reminder of what was lost. Can you find a way to move forward when the beauty of the world is forever intertwined with the ache of absence?
Pulchritudinous. The only adjective that best describes the serendipity of information I feel like I'm drowning into. Well yes, it was the thing I never searched for, but found it in an instant.
I didn't know something with so simple a name yet so pleasing a view. A blend of mauve and lilac candy-like clouds start to fill the sky as it takes me back to that midsummer 'we' had fruity rainbow popsicles sitting alongside each other in the old gazebo.
I notice a lone year escaping my eye and without crashing my 'never-in-a-lifetime' experience, I climb down the gigantic rocks from where I thought I heard the sound of the waterfalls.
