the lilacs dripping from your lips kiss the sky and make the clouds sway under your spell. your laugh creates a kingdom of liliums and lavandulas. the world turns and the sun shines, all for you. but suddenly you remember.

you remember things you promised yourself you wouldn't.

the lilacs are replaced by wilting roses with thriving thorns. they puncture the sky as the clouds unite to protect the heaven you're trying to destroy.

and your garden becomes an abyss. i'm not sure how far down it goes (maybe six feet deep) but somewhere in the depths of your despair lies your innocence.