~Unspeakable words~

It's 3am...I fear of going back to my bed. It was as if there's an evil source who keep extracting my tears out from my eyes. Memories flash back page by page. The picture of smiling faces all over the pages but as they go on those happiness fading away slowly destructing the smiley face in my head. More and more cold wars which have left unsaid appeared, once colorful pictures have now became grey and dull. And the last page was two once loving birds flying in an opposite directions just to avoid each other, never know who will be the one turning back to fly besides each other. As the memories flash, a tiny needle is slowly penetrating my heart. Are the tears flowing for their master? Or ...................