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May 2017
The sun rose and I awakened with such pleasure as the morning sun gleamed through my window pane with such beauty  .. And the breeze that blows in comes in with the tranquil aroma of the freshly bloomed flowers planted along the fence that borders my house and such ease sets in .
I arise to feel as if for the moment I'm still in a dream though present as I walk through my house that echoes with such silence.
That sun is so beautiful, it brightens the whole inner of the house along with the pictures that cover the walls and every corner.
Pictures of fond memories cherished.
Treasures of True love and happiness captured within something that can easily perish.
And as I get lost in gaze in front of one particular photo  ..suddenly feelings of mourning steadily overwhelms me..
As I find..
I'm alone within this home and these halls that should echoe of cheers
Echoe now of sobs and these feelings so wrecked are tugging from within me making me feel puzzled as I come to observe the woman in the photos and I realise their of me ..
But only not of the woman whom stands before the photo now because this woman now she does not wear that smile shown there nor that glow and those people with her are no where near ..
Memories stammer in through my mind and with each one my heart breaks again and again and suddenly I'm awakened and all reasons why I'm here alone today in this way is all to easy to recall
As I only long to have those very precious moments from those pictures back..
Realising how very valuable time is and realising how easy it is for people today to not know how to appreciate the moments more as they come face to face with them.
Not knowing how easy it would be for the moment to forever perish.
To sit here today years later recalling these captured fond memories only wishing for reality to just be a dream and realising there is no ability or a chance of a return to what was so surreal

© Jenn Linh
Dazed day..
Jenn Linh
Written by
Jenn Linh  28/F
(28/F)   
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   Akira Chinen, Wyatt and ---
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