Up ahead there is a garden
The light yelling his name
As he shoegazes at his shadow
It begins to hit him
Warm turns to hot
Hot turns to burning
Burning turns into flames
Not able to see
He runs to what blinds him
He arrives with nobody around
Soaring winds guide him
Sets to lay on the grass
Looks up to the trees and sky
Seeing both breathe and reach out to each other
Tired & burning
Fresh rain & flowers reminds him of rest
Mother gives him new skin
For a little less than a week, he dreams of escaping
The last day, Father calls upon him in his sleep
"What are you doing on my lawn? Come in"
Lenses open to crying stars
Someone shooting them across the sky
Each one showing him different POVs of himself
Ones he's burned
Ones he won't have to see or hear no more
Subtle falls sing of marriage in the distance
Echos coming from a gazebo
Inside, there was no one
Sets ablaze and tries to find a door
Maybe even a window?
For now he spends his days admiring the different skies, making clouds and watching them drift away
Enjoy.
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