It's nostalgic seeing them like this. Back to when the sun wasn't so harsh and the fragrances of flowers weren't so strong, they were happier. Seeing them move around each other in a rhythmic dance of their daily routines, I feel missing.
I thought things would have ended up differently. Lingering in the depths of my mind are memories of what I used to dream. I dreamt of two lovers staying by each other, living together in a house unaffected by the world's corruption. But like a worn out and faded painting, the once clear and vibrant colors of those dreams began to disappear. Slowly...then all at once.
I never thought about those dreams again. But when I see these two ex-lovers in a scene I never thought I would see again, I can't help but think. I can't help but wonder.
CZYTASZ
efflorescence
Poezja[efflorescence] the action or process of developing and unfolding as if coming into flower - a collection of wilting thoughts
