A little bit of curiosity, that can go a long way. But it can also be a detriment to survival. Deep inside the cavern, protruding outward in front of the healers. The fictitious occurrence, labeling you a hazard of which you cannot press on. Anguish riddled throughout your soulless form. The analogy purified with angles, pushes out of the water. Can you sense this meaning, can you feel the beauty come from its insides. Moving inward and out, sliding as if it was in conflict with the other side of the doorway. Thimbles stand in straight lines, like royal subjects in attention to the crown jewel. Cleansing is a funny thing, once you make the effort it cannot be undone.
Contributor- Chris Ballenger