Seeking that hidden Eden lily treasure.
Be kind, aim for my heart.Alexander Dumas
There is something beautiful in the distance. Some spiritual lily radiating fervor, passion. Fragile nirvana plant, cocooned by the magnetic field, with colorful electric roots fondling the invisible aura.
It’s beating, stepping closer in my direction.
Vibrant flower calling me at nights, I can’t digress from its pale beauty. It’s my lily. I feel its pollen on the lips. I drift silently towards this treasure and feel the current, bunny soft but extreme and potent, like lightning in the night.
It exploded like a bubble made of soap, fast and insignificant. I have been left alone in the total darkness now. My mind creates those monsters in the corner of my eye, I try to ignore them, but they holler at me as if they know me.
I try to find a corner in this nocturnal darkness, to hide, to put my head on top of my naked thighs, and cry. I tried, but tears wouldn’t flow. Did I waste all the supply of this restoring liquid for my misfortunes selling quickly?
Whispering and wheezing, hissing in the language of the snake, approaching me, stretching its scrawny dying hand towards my shoulder.
I close my eyes and run. I can’t see the projection of my feet can’t feel the bottom of the shoe. The sticky sweat raining down my neck, drop by drop, it’s falling on the invisible soil, speeding my body up faster and faster, like a squirrel, like an eagle.
As I fly in this dark void, I look down to spot the ugly monsters, but instead, I see a field full of glowing lilies with those familiar, colorful electric roots. They illuminate the surrounding void, creating Eden.