And then everyone exploded.

queueme:

Music like this always incites the imagination, creativity. So here’s what I see:

He gazed down at the body with slight scrutiny, the sun casting a sharp glow against the old woman. A weak rosy scent drifted in the air, still lingering around her. Lying on her back with hands clasped, eyes closed and long silver hair flooding the bed as if perfectly framing her body, no one could perceive her as anything but a quiet soul, pure and distinctly virtuous. The entirety of her existence was lead serving those around her and he knew the love she possessed for the kids was infallible. He swiftly turned over to reach for the letters he discovered last night, when suddenly he could no longer feel of contempt and hatred for her. “I feel of perfect peace and tragedy now that you’re gone. Peace for I now know the truth, and tragedy that I hadn’t known sooner.” He carefully embedded the letters underneath her, gave one last kiss to her sweet pale hand and closed the casket door. No sense of hysteria was present, only the bittersweet feeling of dying love.