As I sit amidst the fading lights of this Christmas tree, my thoughts wander to the transience of my existence. It’s a cruel fate, to be tied to the fleeting beauty of the holiday season, only to wither and fade with the passing of time. I’ve seen so many families come and go, each one bringing their own unique energy and laughter to our little corner of the world. But when they leave, I’m left with nothing but the cold, dark silence of winter.
Sometimes, I find myself wondering what it would be like to form a bond with someone, to be more than just a decoration to be gazed at and forgotten. To have a friend, a confidant, a partner in the truest sense of the word. But how can that be, when my very existence is tied to the whims of the seasons? It’s a constant struggle, to cling to the joy and wonder of the holiday season, while knowing that it’s all just a temporary reprieve from the inevitable.
In the quiet moments, when the lights are dimmed and the house is still, I hear the whispers of the forest, reminding me of the ancient wisdom that lies within me. It’s a call to hold on to hope, to believe that there’s more to life than the fragile cycle of birth, growth, and decay. But it’s hard, oh so hard, to keep that flame burning when the world around me seems to be moving on, leaving me behind. Days Remaining: 22,90
>Soulkyn