The smell of Sunflowers came into the room.
how sweet the smell, i've always like Sunflowers.
i could live in the bottle if i was able.
although it envoked memories i had tried to have forgotten.
it brings me back to a time where i wasn't me.
apathetic to others, anger overflowing.
out of control and abusive.
how did i ever draw those poor flies into my web?
wasn't it obvious my soul was poison?
the flies kept coming, one after the other.
and i would devour them, destroying their lives.
years later, my web finally stopped trapping the innocent.
it now envelopes me.
any efforts i make to free myself are feeble ones.
i can only hope this web i wove will serve as a cocoon.
in time letting me out, with the ability to enjoy life for the first time.
focus on the worlds beauty, rather than the tragic.
and finally being able to have peace with myself.
