He sits back with some music on, flowers of every color and genum, wraps and bows, tools scattered about the work desk. Humming within sweet solitude as light creeps in, enjoying tranquility.
"I... have... no... enemies." Four matching leaves plucked in cadence gently cradle glide to the floor, the very concept of being at peace a foreign but welcomed one.
People keep trying to interject their issues, their hot mess, pulling hit and runs with comments while not looking back when confronted, cowards. All I have, all I want, is solitude and it seems the universe has noticed, sending pests to test me, seeing if I'll make old mistakes but after everything I can spot a mistake 3 miles away hahaha.
A wonderful idea by Jaizub : https://www.furaffinity.net/user/jaizub/ where three words are submitted and an art piece is made, my people came up with, floral, crush, and stapler, here we are. This is probably gonna be one of the nicest or nicer things ever posted to my gallery, even in the darkest cellar there's at least one light
