"Stay Gold"

Blood stained scenes of the already gone past are nothing but crimson red memories. No one is allowed a fraction of present living time to dwell uselessly on the inscribed long ago. What can they change by shedding sea creating tears? What can they do to overwrite their sullied before?

“If I can keep smiling innocently, each and every day.”

It would be a perplexing miracle.

But majestic, ostentatious miracles did not happen.