The Vermillion Shaded Journal
Bloomy_Rolieu
Upon the ground, stiff and cold, I laid. I contemplated the meaning of such a life. What do I have in this world to live for? Yet, I still dread the chilling feeling that is known as death. As I analyzed the sky, searching for interesting clouds across the canvas of the beautiful sky, my thoughts drifted like the wisps above me. Each cloud, a fleeting moment, a whisper of time, reminded me of memories-some bright, some shadowed by sorrow. The sun began to rise from the sky, casting hues of orange and purple that danced across the horizon, igniting a spark within me.