Moving Roads, Moving Minds, Passing Life

It's a Beautiful Life, Yet there's something behind them

It was the end of June, she sat by the window watching passer by walking to class from her rented house window. She knew there were tears behind her eyes, yet she surpress them over the years, the pain was stinging from the inside. There were no smile on her face, nor were there any laughter as she still stare out the window.
  Her life principle was to live in the moment, yet she seemed too busy to even believe that it was possible. Close events has brought so much difference and it seemed those dark memories she hid has tainted her perception. Yesterday, today and tomorrow thought so much of the good and bad and she realise that those walls she built all these years was now strong to handle the tidal waves.
  Death, it never really struck her that it would repeat itself in such short period of time. One by one, like falling petals from a magic rose that resembles the life of the beast. One by one she realise how short life is. Yet, she sat in the room now, working on her work that needs to be pass up first thing on Monday. So, she continues her life, ignoring the pain, ignoring the tears that are banging on the doors of her heart to be release.