Emptiness.
A wide open field of long, crisp brown grass bending before the wind.
A single white daisy stands beneath the grass.
Striving, desperately reaching for sunlight.
The grass bends over the daisy, eliminating any chance of its survival.
Lack of sunlight results in a weakened flower.
It bends downwards.
Its petals shrivel and fall to the bed of grass below.
Wilting.
Dying.
I'm left alone with skin under my fingernails.
And an inability to reach the sunlight.
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a collection of unprocessed thought
Randomi'm going to use this to post occasional things that rattle on through my mind & stories i want to share & things like that bc why not
