Adulthood is when we first begin to realize that some dreams never come true.
The last of this whole series...finally. Anyways, the fire is once again real as are the burning flowers. Anyways, I guess my concept was a sort of really extreme version of unrequited love, and I guess unrequited emotions in general. It's mean to depict the compiling effects that emotional weight creates, and in a way what is lost as we get older. I feel like I should say more, but I'll leave it at that. Btw thank you everyone on here for your support throughout this series!! Wether they accept me or not, your responses to this entire prompt have made it worth it to me!!