i give you my midnight thoughts.

the burning of mary, the yellow rose

the child of wanderlust, oh how you seek for something that is out of your reach.

perhaps, could you have been searching for an escape from this inevitable doom?

flashes of those whom you called family passes by like lights, how could you have forgotten them so easily?

look into the flames and see the mistakes you have made.

all of HIS pride and joy will be gone in a matter of second.

oh, child of wanderlust, how could you have not foreseen such disaster taking place?

the sparks of colours from the flames are so pretty yet it reminded you of regrets.

child of wanderlust, so innocent and determined. your hunger for escape had led you to a trap.

now, your demise shall be ignited.