1 week ago
"Every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things. But, vice versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things or make them unimportant."
Sitting on tinted green glass, laid the dried roses from weeks ago. The past light scent lingers amidst the sick dried smell they now exude. On many of the sides of their petals holds a faint tint of purple.
It’s almost like it is trying to hold onto what was beautiful before. I feel almost sad just by looking at it. Maybe I need a diary.