MY CLEMATIS, MY TENDER LULLABY. LET THE LACKLUSTRE FEATHERS TOUCH US BONELESSLY, TO CONNECT OUR BRIDGE.

I rot beautifully, wandering to nowhere with mournful interlude. Beckon together. I keep escaping from the nightfall, to not meet my true self, intertwined with naked madness. Because, the cage burned me long. Though, I never trust myself to surrender and despair. Abandoned me for thousands of times, but, my hands remain faithful to climb. Crossing all the turbulence, I am forever ached and cursed by lonesome dove. Thus, dearest, let’s entwine our hands and fingers: to help me escape from this hell, instead of make it worsen. I promise you an inseparable bond, place where nothing could dismember our fetters nor souls, it’s immortal in our heads.

Through tattered mountain, this time, I won’t let the agonizing stars meet our existence. Until our bruises rebound themselves and I finally bloom without despondency beneath my psalm. From now, I am an eternal child. However, to fulfill the yearning in my arms, I need to discover your solitude paradise first.

I bemired this memoir,
FRAGILE DANDELION.