Lost forever

A bud appears, blooms and blossoms with time, withers and fades away. Such is the law of nature. Once in an unfortunate while, a dark wind blows, and a fragile, fragrant rosebud vanishes, uprooting the lives of many -  crushing hopes, destroying dreams, shattering hearts ... leaving behind a soul consuming void.

It is perhaps life's cruelest irony that it takes an irreplaceable loss for us to value what we already have - everything we take for granted

Unspoken Words

Unspoken words and thoughts drop like autumn leaves to the forest floor of the consciousness, to join others fallen before – to yellow, wither and decay and be trampled underfoot by the passage of time