I often wondered, why does death always take the best of us?
Now I understand: they’ve already passed life’s toughest test, long before the rest of us even catch up.
Death is no random thief; it chooses with grace, always claiming the brave, the worthy, the exceptional.
I am a fleeting bloom, born of earth, kissed by the sun, and cradled by the wind. I do not question my purpose I simply exist, adding beauty to those who notice. In my short life, I remind the world: embrace the moment, for nothing lasts forever.
Can't you see the tears,
The pain in those red eyes?
Take a look around you,
It scares you.
You can bury your dead in the old graveyard,
Without shroud and coffin,
And when you twist the truth,
It wounds you again.