We lose hope when the sun goes down
and we're left with shorter days
Only wishing for summer to return.
But in the cold, gloomy and dark,
that's when things fall apart.
What once was--isn't
and what should be--didn't.
and so we pray for the old days.
What does this picture say to you?
Are you reflecting on the past? Unable to escape what could have been? ....me too.
Photo designed by: Goodbye Summer winds by paulid on Polyvore