a sad story.
the beauty of some memories a in its sadness. on cold rainy June mornings, i think of millions of such sad memories. to think of in itself is a painful effort. yet we still think of them memories that are sometimes so faded and yet, pulverize our soul like a stab from a friend. and then; the irrevocable realization that everything gone is irretrievable. a deep, dark void. rains create a melancholy song- song that sings everybody's sad story.