Narcissus Lily Story
I am a filthy mess with cognitive impairment, depression, and psychosomatic symptoms. She is dazzling, radiant, and carefree.
When the bone-awakening immortal wind blows, we embrace passionately.
She saved me, then pushed me into the abyss. But I accidentally saved her, and myself too. In the end, though, we could no longer touch.
I love her brilliance beneath the warm sun; she loves me struggling in the mire. I love her strengths; she loves my flaws.
Whenever she embraces herself, she is embracing me too. I am her, and she is me. We were one to begin with.
The writing is at an elementary school level, so don't read if that bothers you. I don't fully understand some of the specific symptoms and looked them up on search engines. Please point out any mistakes.
Theme: Saving yourself
