*a flower

A fragile flower living from day to day, waiting for the night to come and bring her some comfort, which it never does... She is afraid of darkness, it makes her deepest fears come alive and take a gigantic shape in the form of the shadows on the walls. She is scared and sad…

She is afraid of heights, the mountains that surround her little world are treacherous, they keep her away from her dreams… She dies every night to be reborn each morning. She wakes up to new life and day, each day, longing for the sea, sand and sun… She is fragile, but strong… she is afraid of the heights, but not of obstacles. She lives with the hope of happiness, devoted, and loving purely…

She was lonely, and sad.. she is still sad, but I gave her a purple butterfly, fragile, just like her…