its beautiful. pure white gleaming against its rich green leaves, so delicate, so small, yet filled with such beauty. you touch a petal. its soft, fragile between your fingers. you want to hold it closer. you do. you bring it closer to your face, rub it against your cheek. you don't feel the thorns that have begun to dig into your legs and hands. you don't feel the vines wrapping themselves around you. too late. too late. delicate. beautiful. sickly sweet. daring. the trickster of the garden, a white rose amongst the red. celestialkit. [ forum link : https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/871432/?page=1#post-9032066 ]
i drew some art but it got deleted sigh ... so maybe ill make some more art idk
