It was a slightly humid morning when I woke up on August 14, 2022. There was a condition in my chemistry that made my body tingle, creating a peaceful tinkling sound. A vast garden of flowers emerged in my mind. As I sat on my bed, I looked towards the window of my room. I saw the gentle sunlight peeking through the cracks. There were three little fairies trying to piece together their memories of what kind of day it was. Remembering, then unsure of what to do. Some were enjoying and celebrating amidst the crashing waves and laughter. Some were counting the days in turns. And there was me, guessing. At the far end, in the outskirts of my thoughts, I saw enchanting hydrangea flowers blooming in indigo colors. Yes, they were poisonous but incredibly captivating. 🐛
Hil's Diary 