Fuji's fingers twiddled with the white sheets, passing over the etched art on every page.
The aura circling around the young man was ennui. He had no type of activity that required exertion to partake of. As a result, he was hulled up in a lifeless classroom while other clubs were out being productive. At one point, he decided to study his best friend's art whilst he was out. He took the time to scrutinize every picture he came across every page. That is until that one...
Possibly was it a poem Seiichi had written...?
Love was like a delicate flower.
A fresh jewel filled with sweet goodness.
Tantalizing colors that drew the other specters in.
Love would be described as a rose.
A deep erotic color of red.
The red rose was a universal meaning of attraction.
Love was sweet, yet bitter.
It had a savory taste that felt like heaven to the tongue. A amorous hug around a beating heart. A never ending sea of raging flames that went throughout the body. Frantic, yet pleasurable nervous jolts the flowed throughout one's person.
A sweet flower that was dyed in lavender and smelled of confusion. It was a type of confusion that sent one in circle. Hence why such greenery was spread in plentiful patches. As if every time the flower found a way to bloom, it stayed the exact same as more seeds of unrequited feelings had sown. Frustration was present along the mind boggling buds. They were weeds. Orange weeds that circled around the undeveloped group. It was as though they fed off of the flowers. Possibly the confusion was feeding them. The orange nuisances circled around them like it was another part of them. As if it actually belonged there. Funny...maybe it did...
The wind toyed with their un-welted bodies. Shaking them. Controlling them. Over powering them. Sometimes one would like to call this dance nervousness. In all truth, the name suited the action to the tee.
Nervousness...such a dance was preformed when the sun shined down on them like God smiling. Tingling warmth gracing over their shady form.
Un...such warmth was sent to the petals no?
Then there was the exciting feeling of growing. Evolving into something beautiful. Making the transition into complete happiness.
As he read every word, the thought of his best friend haven fallen for someone plagued him. Was it true? If so, who?
OOOO
So...was it okay? I thought of it randomly when I was bullshitting. I know it's short, but hey...