I don't laugh. As a matter of fact, I can't laugh.
My world used to be a kaleidoscope of colors.
Every detail moved with crisp elegance.
Every change was more beautiful than the last.
Until my world shattered...
The orbs spilled and hid from my searching hands.
I lost all enjoyment of life.
Every bead was a memory.
Every color was an emotion.
The kaleidoscope was my life.
The day I held part of my broken pieces was the day I lost my voice.
Oh, how I miss the melody of my laugh.
Now, it's just a broken harmony.
I listen to other's laugh hoping it will return mine.
Except the only laugh ringing in my head is his.
Ha, ha, ha goes the enemy unseen.
Taunting me is his daily routine.