roses

what is beautiful also dies but is recycled for reuse in another passing fantasy.

time’s cruelty

our lives wither away, like dying flowers.

hi bye

I try to hold on to you but time rips you away.

hollow

when you don’t feel, take some. warning: pills

wither

beauty unseen withered away.

wither

but we are too blind –beauties of this world witheraway to the dark sometimes, we focus too much on the downsides of our lives and society that we forget about why we even continue living.