How sad it is to know that we’ll all disappear one day...to all end up loving something that death will touch. Tomorrow will always come, again & again & again until the day we perish & our loved ones perish. Time catches up to us, & our lives end like the vanishing of the fire of a fragile, delicate candle. Life is evanescent, fleeting away from our grasps during every breath that we take. & when our hearts stop beating, we are slowly being forgotten.  flower(s) blooming