Silence, is there nothing more to say?

It’s been long, since the white flowers of laughter have withered

The flower petals fell and became dirt

The burning passion became ash

Why does everything good always become like this?

Claustrophobic. That was her situation now. The vast living room seemed to engulf her fully, what more with the lights off and she was all alone sitting by the loveseat. She knew that she wasn’t supposed to feel such emotion because this is her place that she bought with her own sweats and tears that she knew all by heart. She knew there’ll be many pictures scattered all over the place, where she was seen to be all smiles and laughing with him by her side. Within those frames they were both appeared innocent and carefree but she totally knew that, that wasn’t real though it was good and best while it lasted then. It’d been months, but they were never down. A melody played behind her and she drew her legs closer to her body as she tucked herself deeper into the couch and without fail, she cried her eyes again that night.