Memories of youEveryday I lay on my bed, thinking about you. Everyday memories of you flow through my head like a movie that will never finish. These memories of you is what keeps me going. Your life may not be here no more, but your spirit will always be by my side. Memories of you, bring a smile to my face. Knowing I have not forgotten about you. Memories which are stuck in my head. I may not be able to remember your face, your voice, or your smile within these memories, but I can feel the memories replaying in my head. Memories of you. Memories I will never forget. These memories will live on within me, until I see you again. Grandma.
Three yearsThe past three years my life has never been the same. I changed a lot during the three years. A lot has happen to me. Three years of anger built up inside me. Three years of tears. Three years of pain. I sometimes wonder if the years will continue, just like the three years. I wonder if the anger and the pain will ever stop. I wonder a lot about what's going to happen. Will my life continue like the three years or will my life actually change?
Withered flowerA flower that once was alive, is now withering away from this cold world. The world that was once the flowers home, but even it has betrayed the flower. The flower withering away, just like it's home. Soon there will be nothing of the flower. The flower was once beautiful, but now ugly. Now part of it has fallen to the ground, as if it cry. The flower slowly disappearing from the world it called home.The withered flower now becomes part of the invisible world. The withered flower that was once a beautiful flower, is now gone from this world. Just like all the other flowers, that betrayed it.