Count My Lucky Stars

Life isn't easy at all as the saying goes It's a bit like walking down a long dark corridor never knowing when the light will go on . When the light goes on... what if it never does and hope starts dying one breath at a time? Blossom was beginning to let go as well hope started dying and she blamed herself who doesn't though? I blame myself too. She wasn't trying to hold on to anything believing there was truly nothing that could change the dread that sat upon her heart. Things must change but will it change in time to save her from herself or is she far too gone? When she basks in the presence of blank papers and lovely scented colors waiting to taint the paper there's someone lurking in the shadows watching her serenity shatter. Join Blossom on her voyage of acceptance discovery hatred and love.