To my friend and inspiration, Brianna:
I won't forget-
The first day we met,
When we were introduced by our friends.
From that day on-
I still remember your shy smiles,
Every time I greeted you.
I won't forget-
The first time I made you laugh,
When we talked over silly things.
To this day-
I can still hear that tinkling bell,
That I know as your voice, in my head.
I won't forget-
Those times you made me feel joy,
When we spent a few, long hours together.
Even as time passed-
I still feel that faint, bubbly feeling,
That I came to associate with you.
And I won't forget-
Our last day together,
Before you moved out of my life.
Because at that moment-
You became a part of my memories,
Someone who I will never see again.
But no matter what happens,
I will never forget,
That you were in my life.
I won't forget you.
-Angel Lin
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture.
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Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Saturday, June 8, 2013
A Flute
A flute. That was his last gift to me. And it was because of that wretched flute that he had died. I still remember that night, holding him in my arms while he breathed his last breaths. I still blame myself for his death. If only I hadn't bugged him about buying me something for my birthday... If only I hadn't been so obsessed with music. There are so many if's but they can never change the fact that my only family I ever had was dead.
I hated that flute. I used to blame it for my brother's death, but that was so foolish. I can only blame myself. After he died, I couldn't even look or hear music the same way I did before. Whenever I tried to forget or make music, it never happened. My sole inspiration was gone.
Luckily for me, it only lasted a month. One month of mourning, one month of living in hell. But those thirty days were something I could never forget; they were engraved on my mind- and my body as a reminder. And when those days were over... Let's say life was a whole lot different.
-Angel Lin
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture.
I hated that flute. I used to blame it for my brother's death, but that was so foolish. I can only blame myself. After he died, I couldn't even look or hear music the same way I did before. Whenever I tried to forget or make music, it never happened. My sole inspiration was gone.
Luckily for me, it only lasted a month. One month of mourning, one month of living in hell. But those thirty days were something I could never forget; they were engraved on my mind- and my body as a reminder. And when those days were over... Let's say life was a whole lot different.
-Angel Lin
Disclaimer: I do not own the picture.
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