Existence is just temporary.
The beauty of life is the little moment of display of our beauty
Like falling raindrops, our existence ceases once our time is over.
It is just a passing phrase, a short memory of happiness
Before misery sets in, regrets of the past
No one will ever want to grow up, no one will ever want to live forever
It is just that split second of happiness in life that we are living for
After that… it is nothing.
She stands deep in the middle of a round tower, trying to look out above her head.
The stars filtered the night sky… filled with little tiny signs of hope.
She tries to find a way out but there isn’t a way.
She was all alone, and it seems like eternity.
Her long golden curls caressed the stone floors…
The high walls seem to hold her and not let her go
She screamed and cried but no one would hear her endless pleas…
Forgotten… like the wind.
