the beautiful garden

remember those stories you read about when you were younger, about a person overlooking a beautiful and serene garden full of blooming flowers. wanting to enjoy and take it all in, the person walks into the garden. with every step taken into the garden, every blade of grass, every little petal on a flower dies upon contact. not realising this, the person stops at a flowering bush and leans close to smell it and touches it to bring it near. it wilts and dies. this person then turns back to look at the path taken and sees the death of beauty and the things that the person loved.

well, i guess this time that person is me.