Drafts of the Girl - #13 A Wild Storm Ruined My Garden

A storm invaded my rather peace-filled garden. 

It was wild, unrestrained and pulled the roots of my beautiful dandelions. The hope, warmth and joy I worked so hard to cultivate was plucked away from me in matter of mere days.

On contrary to not wanting it, I craved the pain and misery the storm bought for me and my heart. No matter how hard I endeavored, I couldn't kill the allure I had for the darkness. 

It was suffocating, Yet I hungered it

It was aching, Yet I followed it

It was excruciating, Yet I burned myself for it

I wanted the dark magic I shouldn't have wished upon, for it shall ruin me. Yet, 

I fancied the cold it bought

I longed for the thorns that pricked my soul

I craved for the rough winds that took my breath away

And one day, after engulfing in sweet flames for a myriad of fortnights, the storm vanished. 

At the first ray of sunshine, I ran to grab a jar that could hold the mellow rays, cause I mustn't be tamed by the dangerous storm again. I have my plants to take care of and my garden which still needs sunshine to blossom.

I  captured countless jars of sunshine, so even when the dark storm comes again, I shall have the mellow light to guide me to safety.