A fear of slowly dying...

" I can still recall, our last summer
I still see it all walks along the seine
Laughing in the rain...
Our last summer...memories that remain."

Some flowers that are drying up and wilting away from my grandpa's house.
These things are really cool they bloom at night and then close during the day.
I remember going over there growing up and seeing the whole bush bloom
when their blooming season started. Just memories now that they're dying off
without my grandpa taking care of them anymore. RIP Grandpa.

Our last summer