descending down a scalding path in an empty, infinite desert with no sense of comfort, skin itching from the filth of my sins and dirty deeds, i walk the strenuous path called life. the weight of my bad memories seated heavily on my shoulders, weighing them down and causing setbacks in my journey; the weight increasing as time kept passing. the pressure of wandering and carrying a load of troubles on my weakened back increased tenfold at a certain point and almost caused my downfall and yet, at the very last minute, i was given a sense of hope and comfort at the sight of a beautiful, awe striking mirage.
a mirage which transformed the scalding hot coal path into a never ending trail of purple flowers. a source of heavenly light shining onto the flowery walkway. that light transformed into a beautiful voice; urging me to close my eyes, count till three, erase all my sad memories and hold their hand. a touch which brought me out of the dark depths of despair. i believe in you, which is why i smile. you. the delicately carved flowers formed from the heavenly light. nature's phenomenal creations which continue to make every encounter with them the most precious moment. flawless flowers in my most beautiful moments in life.
i want to make you proud. i want to see you happy. i want to hold your hand through this journey i call my life. this incredibly austere expedition which will end the day i take my last breath.
'if you believe'. i do. i do believe in you. i believe in every word you say and it may be risky but it's one risk i'm willing to take. so now, i close my eyes and hold your hand; my heart pacing against my chest as i take deep breaths and try to rid myself of the anxiousness settled into my mind. i hold your hand and i don't think twice before i count.
one. two. three.
and we're left smiling and holding onto each other's hands with all our problems forgotten.
♡.
