The Seasons

A short story about the seasons and dealing with loss and love.


1. Spring; A New Chapter


My mother always said “look to the stars, and the shadows will fall back behind you”. Now the sky is only marred with constellations of what could have been. Only left with an epoch of the full bloom of the cherry blossom; that sweet melody is fading.


Mozart claimed that  “death is the key which unlocks the door to our true happiness”. But I no longer see those starry nights; the manifestation of colours are fading. Oh insecure me, craving her affection to try and make sure she stays with me. I can no longer hear it - no sweet dreams of beethoven for me.

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