1 My Garden (Prologue)

You know what I love about flowers? They come in so many variations of colors. If I had the ability to be able to, I would pick each and every last kind of blossom down to the very tiniest of blades and place them in my garden.

Yes, my garden would be full of many wonderful flowers. Each one of them representing the God-forsaken people of this 𝙀𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙝

I believe my garden can be a place of happiness. No pain no sorrow. The feeling of despair would be non-existent in my garden. The truth is I really do want to believe!

Everyone has good in their heart that just hasn't been revealed yet. People have been taught to ignore others and act selfishly.

Why can't we just help each other? There's no need to hate, for hate loathes and obliterates a mans feelings of qualities and is objectivity.

It makes him depict the delightful as terrible and revolting excellence.

I've questioned myself about a particular thought I've had. Growing up I could never really understand it.

Now, that I'm older I still don't.

What if there was another completely different world, universe, a different dimension.

I could start new with my life, grow up, find a lover of my own and tell them that I'm finally yours, I'm with you here and now.

And now that we're finally together no matter how

close we are we still look at the same moon but live in different worlds.

A promise is eternal. That is the thing that they generally state however, I should invite myself to the true reality, hearing them broken every day.

In my garden, my flowers won't break. They'll be full of kept vows that will last forever.

And I'll try and try to keep adding new ones till the day I can't add them anymore. And if that day were to come then I welcome it wholly into my restless arms knowing that I believed and tried.