Dandelia looked at me, with a serene gaze, even if I had the atrocities commuted within the circuits of my blood vessels, she looked at me with the gaze that tightens my heart.
The smile she made, fills my heart with indescribable darkness, droplets of anguish and hanging thread, to the very end, was a void within that smile.
The smile that lingers, she stretches out her hand to me, and, with that bright smile, "Would you care for a dance?"
A dance? Conscious of my crime, would I care for a dance, the dance of innocence?
"Why? After all of that..."
"Within that end..." She said, "Within that end, to the bottom of the cliff, is a warmth of cathartic, through all the numbing joys and expressive sorrows, their resides the release of it, the white void, that doesn't need a dread for cold, it yearns for the warmth at the end, the drowning boy who already heeds to it, and till the end, he still yearns for it..."
I then realized, what she was talking about, the conscious had already known, "There really is nothing I can do"
I looked at the edge of the cliff, "Ever since that incident, I have never since lived a truly great life, only my intricacies of sorrows that remain afloat since then..."
I don't know what's better, whether to know, to not know, or to entangle those two.
But in the end, throughout all the gravities of my life that lived in darkness, I guess it really doesn't matter huh?
I looked at Dandelia, the humming of the playful music fills the air, the screams have stopped, only the laughter of the flowers that followed after.
It wasn't a mockery, it was the blissful, sparkling, joy of laughter, the glitters of the end flies blissfully in the air, the shackles, I can feel it loosening till it's gone.
"Alright, let's dance.." I said to Dandelia, this time, with a smile, that I was genuine for the first time, I took her hand, and we danced.
We danced with her, to and fro.
Uncaring about tomorrow.
The verdant grass sways back and forth.
Skies glistening with laughter unlike before.
We spin, we jumped, we ran.
Leaning towards the white end.
Embracing the warmth of the broken path
Falling within the world's horizon that's vast.
Dandelia embraced, and so we did...
What's awaits us, is uncertainty, but vivid...
Wait....
Why does it feel cold?
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