#borahae
ㅡ 💜] In all shades of purple; my violet crayons. The ones I never have enough of. The ones I use to colour the evening sky. Rare, but beautiful.
Apr 16, 2021
Apr 16, 2021 at 5:26 PM UTC
There were days where she felt like a 52-hertz whale,
Unheard and lonely
Dark light creeps within her like a fading morning glory
Yet seven beautiful souls opened a door filled with high hopes for her
They assured that she’ll never walk alone
For they are all her sense of comfort and home
Stanning them was prerequisite for her
For she felt like she was a planted seed
Growing and Blooming day by day wherein water and sunlight is highly in need
But life is not a walk on rose trails
Life is like riding a seesaw
Ups and downs are inevitable, Just like winter.
Yes, she’s scared.
What if the sun will no longer shine on her?
Yes, she’s scared.
What if water will turn into icebergs?
Will her petals wilt too?
When that time comes?
It’ll just be a bittersweet goodbye
For those were the times where she felt the happiest
She stanned, was saved, now? she’s beyond grateful.
Feb 11, 2021
Feb 11, 2021 at 2:01 AM UTC