Wyndreskia XII

"The Blue Moon Flower"

The blue flower didn't know how to feel when the beam of moonlight touched on her petals. She couldn't feel. She felt lost that consumed her whole by its darkness.

She's tired and blind of her moon careless. She didn't even bother looking at the moon. Every passing day, she gets used to it by looking at the ground as if it became her comfort zone. She never looks up nor see the beauty of its moonlight rays but still gripping the world by her fragile roots.

One day, it came. The bee couldn't stop bothering her, grinding with her soft petals. She never felt so disgusted in her whole life. She couldn't help but trembled in fear as she slowly closes her petals, shutting down her whole world in seconds; thinking as if it's the safest place to stay close, hiding within her beautiful petals. No wonder, she hid her petals during the day but open when the night rise.

Once for a while, she felt lost with the lights that linger at the starry night sky. She never felt alone at that time. The stars winked at her back as she couldn't help that made her smile appear across her face. But then, they started to fade slowly. She felt her pieces slowly leaving her bit by bit until she started to cry, wishing it won't leave her but it left, they left.

When the moon began to disappear as the ambered beam of sun leaks through the sea as if it's waiting for it to rise.

She'd never known that she's hurting herself while she started to hate herself, hating her petals, letting them fall slowly. And never let them open again.

One day, she woke up when something was pressing her, forcing to open her petals. But she didn't dare to open it yet. She was scared. She didn't want to be hurt again. There was something urging her to open her petals. Something was telling that it was beautiful and meant to show them, showing their own true colors. It was beautiful and serene as it said. She doesn't know how to feel anymore but there's a little spark that was something was touching her outside.

She wanted to see or what was bothering her. She tried to push her petals to open them but failed and still couldn't push them since it's been so long and it weakens her. She waited. Until there's a bright light calling her. She never knew brightness would be this painful. No matter how painful it is. She still has to conquer the pain 'til she found something...

that she'd been lost for so long.