Navigating through flipped chronicles of our lives, sunshine and rain pelt down overwhemingly. A squad of rhythmic trombones of lightning stuns the dim skies with sneer and mockery.

A surge of nostalgia establishes and the heart smothers with scrunge and squeeze. Relenting to idealogies, engraves a void of hope.

After every conviction, convincement opaques the mind. Like clear cellophane, we foresee the peek of sunlight towards the end of the seemingly neverending tunnel. Like memories, you shall always linger and remain.

The deceased we'll always miss and pine for, the living we'll always hold back on. Treasure.