The tone was grey and the hue dark sage.
Elements collided, a precipice so high I was unable to see if the sky could potentially embrace me as gentle as water always did.
The urge to feel solitude when only witches venture outside.
But on this side of the story I sit cautiously on the sofa. Still as i can. After hours. A window and and 11 dying roses.
Because somewhere along the way…my story went dark.