Excrutiating, unbearable heat is in the hole that is in a chest. So barren is this vast wasteland that encompasses this place. A place where heartache has come and gone as so many emotions before this time. Walking along in a world thats existence coincides with the worst parts of a soul. There is no ending and the beginning has faded away as so many memories of love lost. Dry, suffocating heat plunges from the day that love walked out of life. Time continues to pass along with no end in sight to this heatwave. Lustful passions start to grow as manifestations of indecency corrode the sands that blow along this world. The winds of the wrongs that have come to be and storms of what should've been explode upon this land swiftly and without remorse. In the aftermath, a single solitary seedling starts to grow out of the sands in this place. This seedling holds the hope, love compassion, dedication and promise of this land to once again flourish. Through the heat that lust brings and the fires that passion binds, these lands will grow again. Into a mighty world where life has dominion and arsonic fire die along with all of the old that dwells within the past. The nothingness of this land will be transformed into the Utopia the is once was.
Reason for writing:
Personal reasons.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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