calexiscott
I light the lantern in the dark and see what I never wanted to. I see why I keep it dark in my house. I see all the things I hide from, all the things I never want light to hit. The lantern scares me, I hate the lantern.
It flies so high above me and I can see the colors get further away with each part I let go. I am reminded of my father and the times we spent together in the summer. I can smell honey suckle and I am in love.