A Thousand and One Memories
WineNSarcasm: See the delicate, crystalline shards scattered, haphazardly about on the ground ? That is all that's left of a thousand and one memories that only yesterday swirled inside my head to make me deliriously happy ! No, I shan't pick them up, for the pieces are far too splintered to be of any use to me now; never would they fit; best left where they are. Perhaps I shall run barefoot through them now and then again to feel the pain and remember....
WineNSarcasm: Lilith: You are very welcome. And my condolences to you...Life, itself, is so very Bittersweet, I think, yes ?
Lilith___: Condolences? I'm confused.
My grandparents looked after me during my preschool period and for me that time was like that funny light spots created by a mirror, chased after with laughter, carefree, and being unaware how much one can be loved.
Every time when I visited my grandparents in my adulthood, it was like continuation of that happy, sunny days.
Now, when they are no longer alive, the memories are covered by shadow of sorrow, fear and lost.
Yes, memories are bittersweet when loving souls leave us for good.