Beautiful Lie
A pile of time, like a world of flowers. All those beautiful moments. They tremble and pull, with nectar and perfume – whispering, “Drink Me.”
And you do.
Deep in the colors and the silken majesty of moments, you swirl. Forget. Like a lotus eater: drunk on it.
But the sand runs through, and the petals fall. It breaks the heart.
Forever is a dream.