Returning
@danibradsss
Danielle. You are about to enter a scary place, one where wolves howl in pain, butterflies lie dead and crushed, and the air contains ashes of fallen dreams. This is viewed as a gift from those who only see the golden gates surrounding. But take one more step and you to will scream as you’re sunken into the quicksand of lost hopes. With all gifts come equivalent burdens and with these gifts comes the constant shadows of thoughts lurking behind the most precious gifts, darkening their wonder, until their is one color left, black, and you have no problem with it. For you see a gift in your burden and a burden in yourself and a burden in the good you once created. The normal is now of the thoughts you once feared and these thoughts will diver your ever loving sole face first into the madness that is now you