Destination.

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It started...

With a scent.

This particular scent smelled of a sunflower's reminisce, but heavier.

Sadly, as you smelled this, it felt unfulfilled in itself, but nonetheless captivating.

I couldn't resist,

I stood up and followed the attracting aroma.

I followed this to the 4 corners of the world, and out of our atmosphere, maybe even our universe. I didn't necessarily keep track.

As I followed the scent, people saw me numbly walk along and stared at me.

Their flashing eyes only made me run faster to my objective.

This aroma led me blindly into a abyss, one of which that was darker than crow's feathers & felt as if horror lurked from out of it.

I walked into this trap, and suddenly...

The scent disappeared.

I sprinted around in circles, horrifies, looking for the smell, but it was gone.

I fell to my knees, feeling worthless, like nothing,

Half dead.

I pitied myself. I realized I'd found nothing, and nowhere is where I stood.

But, in my pity, there was a bright, recovering feeling that burst from the most complex depths of me.

I got up, and ran, full of charisma.

I cried, but tears of rejoicing.

With my eon fingers, I ripped a hole into the abyss, and a fluorescent, gazing illumination shot out,

And as I stared fully into this...

I smiled.

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This seemed more like a short story to me than a poem but whatevs .-. I actually wrote this like a year ago but just recently found it. To be exact, I wrote it 5/19/13, soooo 1 year & 16 days ago. Yah. Woah.

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