I often see my former self,
making decisions thoughtlessly.
And not knowing the reason why I continue to latch on to my stubbornness.
Redemption
A sudden gush of wind blows against my face. As I turn around, I see pink cherry blossoms falling like snow against the breeze.
The wind continues to blow, blowing my foolishness, my unrestrained indulgences.
Amelioration.
My broken memories continue to drift like the snow-like palest pink petals. They are filled with distant nostalgia that are no longer tangible and cannot be seen with the bare eyes. Who are the loved ones who are still lingering in my thoughts?
Acceptance.
I continue to walk along this path of cherry blossom trees.......
