Such a fresh young flower, brimming with sweetness and hope. Such a fragile old weed, beyond all sense of reason and beauty. We all reach this fate, we all once were, we all will fade, but only some will leave a glow behind.
It's as if my brain is too big for my skull. It's as if the very sounds themselves will cause my mind to break. Such is the power of words wrought of emotion, even if those words aren't meant for these ears to hear.