Hushed Willows how does the world perceive me?

forward dated to 5/1

let us refer back to the colors.

the ones everyone sees before existence. 

the ones that leave as the first breath is taken.

aeryn tried to recall them or rather tried to recall something. the memory of that beauty was still there, locked in the back of his mind. but without being truly empty he could not recapture those beautiful ribbons. he couldn’t even comprehend them. that was one of the sad parts of this little game called life. with each stage, you loose more and more. and the small child was just about to hit another crucial point.

it was morning, but it was unlike any other. he could see the morning. he could see the light that trickled into his home and blinded him. the little lamb cried and closed his eyes shut. existence was too overwhelming. he wished to be empty again.