Veil To The Eternal Happiness

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Golden hues illustrate the sky, taking away the evidence of the blue sky and cotton cloud right before my eyes. And in a few moments, it will soon follow, disappearing without a trace and leaving me with nothing but darkness.

All that is now left is just me, left alone in this forsaken lake to rot and fade away from the world once the night comes.

Yet I did nothing to change my fate. I did not run nor I beg for a saviour to save my worthless life; instead, I welcomed it with open arms and a yearning for release, for it was something I've been searching for in my entire years of existence. Isn't it weird that when most people try to live their lives to the fullest to not die with regret in their hearts, here I am waiting for it to devour me full of every fibre of my being and consciousness.

Just the mere thought of it should have left me afraid, terrified even, now that death herself is about to consume me in any second, but instead I feel happiness in my deepest core.

My body felt light, and it was floating aimlessly, as there's no current that could sweep me away from this place or anywhere else for that matter. I closed my eyes and tried to listen to my surroundings, but at last the only thing I could make out was the sound of my own breath. Hazy and slowly fading, it's in sync with the affairs of my soul.

There's barely anything recognisable about me anymore. The dress I wore was soiled beyond repair, stained with the muddied water. The bits of trees and leaf debris ripped it apart without a single thought.

A small, decaying daffodil made its way into my palm. Perhaps it's nature's last gift to me-to remind me of the beauty of the world, even if it's at the end of its existence. I gently brought it close to my chest, and I firmly gripped the stem where my heart lies.

I could feel the night slowly approaching, the coldness creeping out of me and cradling me in a gentle manner; like a mother cuddling her newborn for the first time. Oh, how ironic, considering that my own mother has never made me feel this much warmth before.

My sight disappears for a moment, and then it is replaced with blurry vision of the darkening sky.

O mother, would you weep for me once you see the future remnants of my being? Would you hold me in your arms again? like the way you once did, a long time ago, in a time where I could barely do anything on my own. Would you visit my graves every summer and leave me roses on the headstone?