Purple Bruises

When the walls start to crack, she covers them with memories. With it, appears the pain once buried telling her you don't want to live through it again. But she hesitates when the light hits her face with warmth that sipped in to see the stranger hiding. Standing with her eyes closed, letting out the happiness which once bloomed from its cage, to feel the disarray of butterflies morphing into immortals. The hope never dies once the wall dissolves by the diluting closeness that mix between her and the light.
But darkness she deems fit for now, putting it up as a flag to remind the mind inside.