"Green Mansions, praying with Pretty Angels, glistening eyelids, silver streams, myst and golden sunsets, inside those Evergreen thoughts a century will fall before the drama unfolds." "I will choose faith over fear." I said lifting my chin. "Vulnerability. It will make you soft." came a voice threw the trees. "You need to go." I said averting the fireflies rising in those eyes.
"I can't." I sighed. "Why?" This midnight earth embraced the weight of his lonely bones. "Because you won't be there." "How do you know that?" "Because," his deep violet voice reverberated "you cannot go where I am going." - an artfulfairytale