For better, for worst.

For months I've doubted that life is not easy. As long as you can't feel anything it will be easy.

For me, it's not.

A few days back, I've ran around a garden of blooming flowers.

Daisies,

Lavenders,

Roses,

Sunflowers,

Blooming in every direction.

And I thought I had it.

Until one truth breaks the glass.

Breaks my skin.

Burn the flowers.

I'll do what I can, I thought.

I'll put down the fire.

I'll do something in order to save my fantasy.

The fire gets stronger every second.

Stop! I scream as loud as I can.

But no one heard.

I turn and my flowers turns into ashes.

Somewhat in my head, I said, It's the same ashes.

I remember this ashes. 

Dark,

Ugly, 

Remind me of a Bad memory.

Now my fantasy turn into the land of ashes.

This will be the last time I'll see this ashes as I turn my back and walk away towards the dark night.