The vines below crept, whispering promises and options I'm willing to take. Its flower tickles. There's a whiff of vanilla essence, its sweetness calls my nose up close. How tempting.
The darkness below calls my name and I've never heard someone emits those 5 letters with such importance, maybe they wanted me?! and now I'm considering. Should i keep holding on to the thorns that prickles my hands, drawing out blood of green in color; or should i close my eyes and let the mist of darkness blows its assurance to my hair and let his hands hold mine instead?
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
Random•shenanigans of a dramatic teen/adult •expect grammatical errors. But I hope you understand its original context. •published them here, because it is the only safe place I could share my thoughts and dramatics.
