My Petals

I survive in a world, where pill bottles rattling and nightmares protruding are just my everyday. A lonely filled world.

The dead noise tinting the atmosphere of my cottage home, contrasts to how it was. Frightens me. Makes me feel as if, I'm only surviving. Residing in a home with isolation as my illness. The demons that plague my mind have a nasty habit of crashing on my couch.

So, when the day he emerged. This bite sized raven with way to familiar to be comfortable emerald swirling orbs. Who shows me just how alive the world is, arrives on my doorstep. Whispers me things that my therapist believes to be is a web of lies. Has me giggling. Nobody in their right mind would survive a full day in my shoes. They'd drop their marbles.

With losing everything that I already have. It can't help, but make me wonder if losing my sanity to this oh so familiar entity, would be such a great idea. But when your world is becoming a blur between good and bad, pills, and long sleepless nights, pretty blue flowers, and odd stories. It can't help but make a girl go mad...