Life.

The most precious gift.

Like Christmas Day.

Getting exactly what you wanted.

Happiness.

Wrapped in black paper.

And a bright red bow.

Life.

The gift of your dreams.

Those first few days are the most precious.

You take pride in your gift.

You care for it.

A feeling of excitement.

A sense of magic.

Life.

After awhile the magic fades.

You become older.

Your gift begins to mean less.

The gift that was once so precious

Is now nothing more than a burden.

Not being taken care of properly.

Taken for granted.

It crumbles into a fine dust.

Life.

Doesn't it sound familiar to how life goes?

Feature: 02/27/09 | Posted By: angelofpurity16 | 2 comments | Personal