Behind My Eyes

03

There is this wilting rose that sits on the desk near my bedroom window.

It reminds me of life.

I remember receiving it from my dance recital.

The rose was the first flower anyone had ever given to me.

I don't know why, but it has a special place in my heart.

Maybe it's because I felt like someone actually care for the first time in my life.

Now as it sits there, in its ceramic vase, I see the life of it fading away.

The red has lost its color, it's turning dark.

The petals hanging on for dear life, but they will soon fall.

I see this rose as a life.

One day we're young and the next we're just fading away.

Our bodies are decaying and each day we're dying.

It's only life.

It seems to me like we live only to die,

but there are people who believe everyone has a purpose.

Now you may believe whatever you wish,

but I've stopped believing in many things.

My belief is kind of like the rose by my window,

slowly fading away.

Just like my hope is too.

Almost like throwing leaves into the wind just for them to be blown far away,

to a place that you'll never see them again.

Now if life is only a rose,

take your moments.

Don't be too late,

everything could fade away before you know it.

☆ Esme