My life used to be magical. It felt that way at least. I used to see so much life, so much energy coursing through the world. I used to be a knight, hoping to one day be a hero. I was living in an oasis, and I don’t know if I wandered to far, or if the sun ate the vibrant plants around me, but everything changed after a kiss of true love. I’m stuck in a lonely world of ash and sand.
My swords haven’t been used in a while. My fighting skills are diminishing. I can feel myself struggling to stay alive, but this desert is too hot for armor. I’ve had to abandon everything I once was, everything I once cared for, to walk this valley. I don’t know why I’m walking, but no one is here with me. I don’t see anything but the dark horizon. The sun is setting, it’s golden rays of hope are no longer harming me. I’m just alone is this dark desert.
With this time, I think about my weaknesses. I have many flaws, one of them being attachment. I’m to naive, as I’ve trusted people to walk with me, but they’re no longer here. Perhaps they were never there, just hallucinations. I am very stubborn, I could turn around and find my way back, but there is no guarantee of an oasis, so I continue walking. Lastly, I have too much love to give. Maybe that’s why they’ve turned away. It’s too much to handle. I’m too much to handle. It doesn’t matter, I can finally sleep.
The sun is returning with it’s golden rays of hope. They’re hot, but at least I’ll be able to see where I’m going. I have to wake up, I have to find the oasis that awaits me.