violet.

I can feel you. My eyes are shut but I can still see you there; a vision blooming right before me. I feel the ground—it’s soft like a bed of flowers. I can sense your scent, bright and calming, drawing me closer. I feel a subtle warmth and wind as I start to walk, careful with each step.

Shining. You’re shining. Warmth continues to engulf me as I slowly approach your light. My feet are as if they had never touched the floor, weightless. I don’t stop, the scent eagerly drawing me closer.

I turn my head backwards, and I see nothing. I can only see you, standing there, taller than the other flowers. Entranced, I walk faster, drawing closer to you. Your petals are fluttering, blowing in the slight breeze.

I pick your stalk up from the flower bed, still shining. I finally take in that lustrous scent, in all it’s closeness. My sight wakes like a dream, revealing a vast garden, painted with mystical colors. I look back at you, holding you close in my hand.

You’re my violet.

~Hado

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