BITTERSWEET MELANCHOLY
Oh, how I would like to tread the old days once more! Turn the wheels only to be transported to a different moment. Like a shipwrecked sailor washed ashore, As the sun overshadows the ephemeral present. It is quite a preposterous thought, Looking at this state of naïveté and uncertainty with longing. To when I would embrace willows to keep them from crying, And comforted others so they would not feel what I once sought and never got. A sorrowful nostalgia overpowers me each time I remember it so vividly: Baking cakes, giggling as if life could be loved even in the bleak late hours; Sharing everything with those who became scattered ashes near blooming flowers. A time when I was brave enough to feel deeply, to care unconditionally. How easy would it be to enjoy the simplest of things? Giggling and running under the rain, as if I could go anywhere with imaginary wings. Lying down lazily, singing under the pale moonlight in the summer. Genuinely capable of forgiveness and starting ove...
