Dianthus Caryophyllus
there he left.
nothing to care, nothing to share. for she was no longer there. love gone, forced out, a roar in a chained shout.
so to grow once more, he walked out the door.
accepting, releasing… of the sand washed shore.
Walking eternally in endless emptiness of black space, as the background surrounds in white, engulfing, blooming. A canvas of all the possibilities that may lie ahead. If only a dream. Even if it was just a dream. It was a beautiful dream.