Allyrah

I feel a kind of exhilarating rush, then open my eyes on the scene I just left: A warm summer breeze ruffling the long grass, towering mountains covered in lush green vegetation in the distance, and a single, tall oak tree in the middle of the wild flower-spotted valley. The scene of a perfect June. I feel confusion; Why am I back here so soon? From all I've been told, a person has to be born, live, and die before they return to their paradise. I stand up, suddenly aware that I look like I'm in my mid-teens. But I know better. I'm an Age-old spirit, who had waited in this beautiful place to be called to live with my parents and brother on Ea

Sing to me, Sweet flame of life. Whisper sweet nothings; Tell me no lies. Why must you be So fast and fleeting? Why must you leave Behind pain and grieving? Tell me, please, Frail flame of life, Why must you flicker, Flutter and die? Do you simply tire Of existing in time, Or does the thread binding You to our bodies untie? Sing to me, Sweet flame of life. Tell me your secrets— The demons you hide.

You should know that you're losing touch with the rest of the world when you strongly believe a single sentence can change everything. The river had a gentle current, its path meandering down into a forest that was thick with trees and splashed with a most striking emerald colour. Rays of light cast by the sun bounced off the surface of the water, giving it a shimmering quality. It almost seemed as if it were made of a light molten gold. The sky looked just as magical, pink and orange mixing together as if they were ink splatters. Flowers of vibrant reds and yellows and purples sprung up around the river's edge, and it was there the girl sat