Little Blue Flower
I see darkness then every little second I see flashes of light off in the distances. The flashes start coming faster and faster like the speed of a passing train. I could see shadows of shapes, but the picture was foggy like a blurred camera lens. Then just like that, I am standing in a field. It’s endless with grass, but the grass is burned as if a fire had just swallowed and spit it out. The skies were dark and depressing with strikes of lighting wrapping around it as if it was holding the sunlight captive.