I’m told that our lives aren’t worth much, they pass like an instant, like wilting roses.
i’m told that time is just like a fraud shrouding our deep-rooted sorrows.
i’m told that fate makes fun of us, it gives us nothing but promises everything,
when happiness seems to be within our grasp, we reach out and find ourselves like fools.
and yet...
yet we are constantly searching for something. A special someone who can fill our lives with glows of autumn; who can reach beyond the veils we put on going through time and touch our sorrows just to turn them into gold.
Have to keep our senses open, because these autumns, they can be damn elusive :)
[Based on Quelqu’un m’a dit]
Dedicated to the summers of my life.