metamorphosis

no wonder if the most joyful moments turn into or bring about the most painful ones, just by having gone.

see, how cruel world can be;

and how callous.

how our feelings are overlooked.

tell me, please, how I can be so understanding to feel and appreciate the sublime beauty of a rose and yet, at the same time, be completely hardened in feelings to be able to cut the flower and prepare it as a gift to someone else.

that is the way nature treats me;

adores me and yet, in the background, is gradually perishing me to feed the coming ones.

believe me, my dear, we're all victimized.