More dew on plants

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time, like dew on the tip of a leaf.
-Rabindranath Tagore

Loosing color

Roses are grey,
Violets are grey,
Nothing matters anyway,
Pretended to be strong everyday,
Colors slowly fading away

Translucent tears stream down my cheek,
As I lay awake not getting any sleep,
Trying to rid the words you've spoken,
How I became paralyzed, broken.

The sky is grey,
My world is grey,
Wonder when the pain would ever end...

Tethered snail shell

Tethered snail shell found on the road.

What are we, similar to a snail, we live out our time on Earth, outer elements and challenges leaving scars and cracks on our shell, after we expire, we leave behind a brief mark on Earth, as proof of our existence, through memories, maybe a tombstone, but as time goes on and another generation dawns, memories start to fade, and we cease to exist, similar to a snail shell, eventually decomposing, eventually fading away into nothingness...

A Blue Day it is indeed

Couldn't decide  which one's the best, so decided to post all three of them.

Was feeling just like the picture, blue and lonely... not sure where I'm going with my life, with a tinge of loneliness to make things worse. If I were to suddenly disappear, would anyone miss me? Heck, would anyone notice at all???

Or is it gonna be like 1984 by George Orwell, once you've been vaporized,  nobody is gonna remember you, nobody gonna be mentioning you, you never existed, you have been unpersoned...