Thorns

When aurora met airglow just before the dawn like dancing fairies drenched in a pixie dust, as her broken voice punched epiphany. Halycon ambiance while sea waves were dancing with strangers. Strums of guitar like a thumping heart as the apparition of her glimmer hit my eyes. Her tidy skin tone, personality, and unpretentious smile as she had blown me a candle of happy birthday with a small pot of cactus like craving for the Akin coffee mixture stuck in a jar of sand. But my nefarious other self had injected a caliginous venom, polluted my mind to reject her gift. I swiftly clutched the pot and tossed it as pieces shattered. Trying to reach my hand stopped her with lines of scratches in her arms down to elbows. Vanished like burning woods in a camp fire leaving droplets of blood.

As I knelt down the coarse sand of faintness, a glossy envelope had wedged my attention. Down-hearten and blue, I opened the letter with a dash of tears.

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Sho,

As people say, you’re a black sheep that can be easily noticed because of your indifference. You’re one of the coldest for you crowned yourself as the hardest rock. As you live in a warm place called the desert, a place where nothing exists but sand. You’re full of thorns that serve as your shield against all odds.

No one would dare to touch you for you could bring danger as internal massacre, could flood blood. Solitude is what relief means to you for you’ve learned to stand alone and continue living. You’re one of the toughest and boldest yet a fragile one like a sand castle.

To my cactus among cacti, I won’t take hindmost barrier or willing to get hurt by the serum of your thorns just to save you.

The guarantee of my love for you goes like this:

I’ll just watch you grow as you live, until I see you bloom.

Happy Birthday!

Love,

Ame

I couldn’t almost evoke your lenient voice, puerile phrases, and pastiche lines. How I wish I could perceive her cry more and tell that she doesn’t need to let her guard all up even if she wanted to let them down even if she could see me watching her. I found it hard to wind down for hurting you plagued me.

Ame, Comeback here again, my home. Watch me spread my thorns and bear my flowers of genuine happiness. I really am sorry for painting scratches in you.