In That Winter of Inquietude

If someone has obtained all from life and doesn't realize its worth, he certainly assumes that all have the same fate offering them everything they desire. What one lives is remembered vividly in both childhood and adulthood, and trying to bury these two deeper into the dry sand, they'll come up unexpectedly; who wouldn't do it knowing that they are permanent scars unable to be erased as sadness, or pain? Being inconsiderate and oblivious to the fact that we ignore meekness... that sense of dignity stripped from the miserable soul as petals being plucked from a beautiful rose... similar to mine which froze in that winter of inquietude, only awakened by the harmony of spring. Who has had eyes to pierce darkness and silence knows how realistic they are in truth... perceiving what is concealed underneath their mystery, if they couldn't be revealed in that winter of inquietude.