As I stood alone, admits the rose garden, delicate fingers fluttering over the petal of a particularly small specimen, I understood all that was around me. In that one simple moment all became clear, and I held that moment close to me. Have you ever felt it, that one second that everything makes sense? But then of course, it faded. I no longer could see the future nor understand the past.
All that knowledge, torn away like the petal of the rose that I touched, for it died from that simple brush. As I watched it crumble, dry out and die, my eyes began to tear. Long lines of silver, falling down my cheeks, for I understood I would someday die as well. But should I fear this? This immortal power that showed no mercy when tearing a baby from its mothers arms, yet allowed the old to fall peacefully asleep in night’s warm grasp.
No, but of course I have my human tendencies. Like everyone else in this world, I feel things, fear things, and sometimes even love things. So I shall keep my fears suppressed, knowing I am not the only one depressed.