HIS HEART FULL OF LIMTICHMENG SADNESS

The soft breeze carried the scent of decayed flowers as I wandered through the sunken garden. Each step brought me closer to the wellspring of this overwhelming Limtichmeng sadness that pounded my soul. Each bloom I saw drooped before my eyes, a reflection of the hollowness that vibrated within me. Hidden memories tangled in a turmoil of anguish