THE MONUMENT

Someone was picking up the pieces of dreams that laid shattered on the floor. Rearranging tiny fragments,bits and pieces of broken promises and what was left of what was once a sacred vow. A battle had been lost and blood had been shed. In the end, like an endless myth, foretold over and over again,nobody had won but everything else lost. A sacrificial ritual of broken hearts had taken place.

Someone was building a monument made of gems and gifts of yesterday.Embedded with happy laughters of precious moments.Painted with what was once tears of joy from soft sparkling eyes that once soothed the heart and soul.Most of all built out of love so divine and pure. All had lost their meanings as they laid in pieces on the floor. Nothing but the silent emptiness remained.