Yesterday is past.
Today is but a present.
And the gift of tomorrow awaits a melancholy of what's here now.
I tried to play with the flowers of springtime happiness
However, the winter snowdrops embraced me much colder in the brief second the ice was broken.
Fire lit up in a spark and so does this high feeling I get every time I wake up at the right side of the bed.
But even a gentle blow of turmoil
Of confusion
Of anxiety
Of failure
Could dim the light that fills this little room walled by this bony cage.
Such a soft, delicate part, a little to the left
will be empty very quickly with nothing else left.
I have this bubble in my hands
I see it radiant under the sunlight rays...
But despite its alluring beauty
Its short-lived existence becomes a quick memory.
That bubble resides in me now.
And at any moment, it could pop out into nothingness.
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AerixielDaiminse
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