It's surrounded by an ocean of fear. An island of poisonous fruit trees. So sweet. Rarely dissected properly enough to eat and develop. Consumed by overwhelming darkness. Barely any moonlight to spare. Even if I went through that gateway could it matter? Would I care enough to complete the journey or would I forget during my passage? The dark side is exposed by the scarce lights of fireflies who find their realm around the fruits. The tender words that dissect me before I dissect them and the fireflies around me.
Is it so bad? Poison? It helps develop the understanding of the meaning of why those fireflies shine so bright. Sometimes it may break the fireflies wing once or twice but I shall eat the fear of a broken wing from their vulnerable gasps of heartbreak. I may meet other creatures along the way. I shall find fear. I shall conquer. I shall act a fool and use weakness as my tool. The empathy of the fireflies is only fueled by the poisoned fruits on these trees in the island. Afraid we may call it, but what is it after the fear goes? Bravery? When a new wing grows will it be stronger or will it not grow at all? What if we find a fruit that's different? What if luck finds it first? As long as we fly properly no one will ask about the way the sweet venom goes through our light. Even if the wings turn pale you'll only find yourself making more questions.
