These beautiful lilies remind me of sweet summer days. Summer days when sulking and weeping over a dead kitten is most sought after by my bloodshot eyes. Days when sweetness is far down from sweetness, and a downfall might ironically occured. It may last for a month or so, but will eventually turn it's sweetest round April or May.

As I lead myself to my dream destination, I saw myself stopping for a while on the 27th avenue. A sweet little jellyfish emerging from the fog had slowly captivated me. Crying its heart out, I grasped the oppurtunity to cuddle its gelatinous umbrellalike body and play with its unfriendly trailing tentacles. Our small tête-à-tête serves as the beginning of our wonderful frienship. Not later on, it had turned completely enthralling causing me to be blinded by all its flaws.