Lily of the Valley
If I were only here to be the main character, I would be a flowing river: mutable. Like a campfire, I was going high and higher. I have metaphors running through my veins and poetry as birthmarks. Even in a long-lost world like this, where art faded with the notion of , I sit under sapphire skies looking for stars colored as pearls, perhaps to fool myself in a more precious world.