i get up every day remembering nothing br except the memory of being happy br the joy of seeing a flower br and admiring its beauty. br the happiness of seeing the clouds pass by br and the wonderful feeling when br u taste the first drops of rain. br but now i see the world br with a hole within. br i forgot the meaning of br what the word joy meant br and what it meant br when someone said 'have a nice day'. br the only thing i have now br is my rugs over my body br perhaps used to shield my memories br from evapouraring into the blue sky. br my once animated world has now br tuned into a dump of guilt and sorrow. br then came this girl with a smile on her face br with shiny eyes of innocence br and a heart as pure as honey br she touched my heart br and pressed the flower against my heart.