what is beautiful also dies but is recycled for reuse in another passing fantasy.
our lives wither away, like dying flowers.
I try to hold on to you but time rips you away.
when you don’t feel, take some. warning: pills
beauty unseen withered away.
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.