I'm upset, I'm ruined, I'm a stone living on its own untainted by its mist, a mist that carries through my mind and soul, wanting to drown, but what am I, if I am not here to help those that I love? Then am I only a solitary flower that withers and fades b/c then will I be nothing but a lily stagnant and without life therewithin.



I knew not what or where to find it therein, I just kept searching for its fume
I kept looking and wanting more
and to my surprise was left a perfume in bottle
nothing left to give into