What if i bever leave?

  A void, A blackness ever present, inky and Engulfing.

  lighthouse in the dark, A beacon in the stars, the harsh blue of the light flickers in your presence. A lamp amongst the floral expanse. 

  The hum of electricity, contrasted only by the chirp of the crickets, the fireflies loom like haunting candles.

  Flowers, warm and inviting, entangled in the embrace, The shadows of the flowers play tricks. They dance all around beckoning for you to join them.

  So soothing, calm washing over. There can be no rose without a thorn, Breathless your head breaches water. 

  With a gasp of air, you return to life... and its burdens.

𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖...