Okay, I personally don’t know what the Hell this is…

Cold, cold breeze blowing unto my face
Thick fog covering my sight
Where am I going?
Bare feet, trembling as it touches the icy floor
My arms half frozen like its owner’s heart
I hear the trees’ rustling leaves as they whisper
Telling lies and so. . .
I run and cover my ears
Run and never go back!
I want to cry
But my eyes are dry as my throat
I fall unintentionally over the horizon
Blinding light illuminating my fragile skin
My melancholic life flashing before my dark vats of sorrow
I fall
Into nothing…
I try to think
But I can’t
I try to move
But to no avail
So I sleep
As I shrink into the abyss
Never to wake up

I let my self wither and die…

For a creature as beautiful as a rose
Amidst its ferocious thorns
Can also be picked from its respective place
And wither
Then die…

- Hoshi

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