• an_amateur 13w

    The dandelion and the soul

    Just as a dandelion is mistaken for a beautiful flower, for it only knows that it is a weed.
    Just as my soul is mistaken to be serene and calm, for it only knows that it is tormented to pieces.
    Like the seeds of the weed awaiting the wind to ramble into wholesomeness, my soul lurches between infinite ends for it knows that only your caress can palliate the pain for eternity.
    Hoping you will embrace it before it burns into ashes that can never be seen!
    - Losini