her, thorn, and cocoon
once, there was a person that have nothing between her and the world. loves comes unto her arms. she decided to grow it. until one day the loves grows and grows and grows. but without her realisation, the loves have grows thorn from it. but she wants to keep growing it, care for it. and she cares for it for too much that the pain from being nick with the thorns felt pleasant, felt reassuring, that she do the right thing. to keep growing thing that once she thought need cared for. until one day, the thorn that she been unknowingly endured, stab her. stab at her heart. the core of her very soul. she endure it for awhile. trying to pull the thorn out of her while still carrying that love on her arms. no one was with her at that time. at the whole time. it was just her. she bleed, and bleed, and bleed, until she felt her body becomes too light. the blood has drain out of her for too much. as much as she wants to keep caring for the love, she couldnt keep herself alive. she was s...
