🌟Soul Words🌟

💡 P e t r i c h o r 💡

P a r t  1

The sound of pages fluttering joined the whirl of wind. Dusty blue sky rumbled ever so slightly, sending tremors through the earth's roots, while flowers whither and soar to a new life.

Among everything, the sky welcomes an unsung grayness. Along with it approaches icy wind, tearing flowers away from stems, obliterating any beauty there ever lived.

The world flickers like a light bulb.

Slowly, gradually, like souls arching off of a body, petrichor emerges from the shivering earth.

Similar to the torn flowers, pages too soar with the leaves and petals.

An abandoned book sits on a table, there on the green ground, lies an abandoned pen. The owner is lost, somewhere in the world's unseen labrynth.

The sky hums in a low thrum, the wind whistles unidirectional.

A figure slumps on a bench, against the chaos, head resting on the surface of the table, as still as a rock. Light hair whipping back and forth. Her lungs absorb the petrichor, the shadows, the torn nature.

All with her eyes closed.

She searches for an exit in the world's unseen labrynth.

Finding her way out of her chaotic mind, just like the flowers in the chaotic day.

-LovableConundrum
°○°○3/10/2018°○°○10:20p.m°○°○

edited: 6/7/2019