Until Now

We love stories.

Until we become one.

We love flowers.

Until we watch them die.

We love the moon.

Until we become aware of the darkness surrounding it.

Some say to look at the beauty within our nightmares.

But what happens when the place where the beauty was becomes the place where you least want to look at?

It becomes a constant reminder of our fears.

Fears that were not once there.

And the truth was,

We used to be very brave, until our braveness took us into paths where we could not ever look back from. 

Until we became aware of the darkness surrounding the moon.

Until we watched the flowers die at our feet.

Until we realized some of the most memorable stories are just meant to be that.

Stories.