White roses are better than blue ones

Walking never felt so menacing.It never felt as if it were going to tear me apart and stomp on the remains.I was wrong until now.I've been walking and I can't find an end, it's like I'm trapped in an endless loop hole ,an illusion of sorts.

I'm hopelessly dragging my feet across the rose path , the scent which once felt euphoric now feels like poison seeping into my brain, killing me.I stare up at the moon glaring at me with pity and and mocking me with a smug grin waiting for me to die from exhaustion.I wouldn't be surprised if I died right now , I wouldn't even care . It's not like I have something to live for . I pity myself , I wish things could be better and I would be able to feel happiness again like I used to near my old friend.The water.

Strangely , a holo yet melodious tune rings through my ears making me gravitate towards wherever it's coming from.Till now, everything felt like an illusion but this, this felt real.I picked up the pace and ran towards the entrancing rhythm. I kept running and running until the sound got louder and I fell deeper into its trance.I finally stop at the first thing I've seen ever since the blue roses which have suddenly become my worst enemy.I grin so wide and i squint so hard to the point where I can barely see properly .There it is …..it's nice to see you again .

Before me is a vast lake . Glistening , smiling back at me as it welcomes me back with a sputter of waves. It's like meeting someone you love after a long time , a feeling I don't think I'll ever experience other than this.I sit by the edge of the lake looking at my reflection and staring at my eyes, my two , different coloured eyes.I can't help but fume whenever I look at my red one, it's like it's punishing me by bringing back shaking memories, memories of the past I wish I never had , memories which I would rather crush than keep.

I eventually realize that it's way too late to continue forward so I fall asleep on the bed of blue roses, Even though they smell dizzying and putrid.I lay down and stare up at the starless sky , a sky empty, without any emotion. I scratch my neck tired of the day I've been through and I suddenly touch the white rose around my neck and remember that I hung it there. I look at it for a while and the shape of it melts into my eyes. It feels even more calming than the lake and when I look at it's perfectly shaped petals, it's pearl white colour and even how it effortlessly fits into my hand, I can't help but to feel disappointed as quite soon , it will helplessly wilt.The rest of the night went by with me clenching the rose to my chest as it slowly drifted me to sleep with a presence as soothing as a lullaby.