What I believe is that we all are like the flowers.Beautiful to look at, yet the petals hide your inner self so rhythmically that it seems not to exists at all. But there it is, within the heart of your heart and nobody but you are fully aware of it.We all protect it with the iron bars so strong, with the wall so high that nobody dares detriment it. But on many occasions, we fail. the bars are not always strong enough. The walls are not always high enough. And without your sanction, your heart, just like that, decides to breach. It feels like spinning in the whirlpool of exasperation, like drowning in the bottomless ocean.
We all have walked down these roads in one way or the other and what we all do is cling to it with all our despair to something that will never be ours again. Why ? why does it matter so much, so bad? we all know right that life is not always the bed of roses or whatever the cliche goes. We all saw it coming and we will always see it coming. So you see, someone said it right that we never learn to fight our demons. All we learn is to live above them. Men die, Flowers wither, the sun sets, hearts break. No matter how much we try to change, our deep being knows that life is always an act of letting go.We are sometimes lucky enough to steal that final glance of it going away.
But what hurts the most is that sometimes we do not even get the chance to say goodbye.With the blow of the winds, they are gone and we are left with their footsteps, we are left with their memories. But oh, a memory is only a Prince Charming who stays just long enough to awaken the sleeping beauties of our wordless stories.