I had a long week full if memories of dismay and sorrow, and Friday finally come. I was enjoying the breathtaking view that presented itself outside my window but my eyes never failed to shift back to the timid reflection in the mirror. I became engrossed in a memory so real that I felt it was being played out in front of me. I had elegant music playing softly to try to calm my disorganized thoughts. With the beautiful melody, when an ***** chord was struck it seemed as if a champagne bubble rose to the top of my slim glass. I was disheartened that I no longer had a significant other to say cheers with.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 9:54 PM UTC