Simply beautiful
Like threads of spiderweb dancing on top of the summer breeze
Like millions of tiny feathers fluttering in the air.
Colours of apricots ripening and ready to be picked
So dainty and gentle
Yet the memories that come with them are jaggered and tear away at my heart
A whirling nightmare hovers in the wind
Piercing the eyes while over taking the beauty of the shoes.
No matter how blindingly exquisite they are they will never block out the constant thought of her.
They trap everyone else in a blur
But I am immune to their charm
Trapped in a world where everything is a lie
A land of perfection
But beneath this lies crumpled ruins of forgotten faces
A place where tears are cliques
And people walk with their eyes glued to the ground
the silence is shattered by the echoed words of my father:
“Nana has passed.”