Memories of them fill her mind.
She wants to try to remember the magnificent times they had, but it can be hard.
Those memories are like searching for a tiny pin in a trashcan full of horrible times.
With a fake facade, they make trash look like tiny bubbles floating in the air on a warm summer’s day.
When they know, those memories were really tiny needles pinching at their hearts with pain.
In the future, those thoughts can disappear into a black hole.
They will continue to find hope as they search for that tiny pin inside the deep, dark void in their souls.