{"sf1_id":2134097,"sf2_id":"YnLgzlxm","title":"…tired…","author":"Jiblits","words":134,"posted_at":"2024-05-10T02:55:38.000Z","tags":["Poem"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/2134097-tired","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/YnLgzlxm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f3/99/f3991eb7-dee9-45b4-8689-a0db05695560","description":"Imported from SF2 with no description.","content":"Flowers blossomed among a mess, only in my mind\n\nIt was strange, but they looked for what I could never find\n\nA journey somehow yet not taken\n\nThe path shown was, not one mistaken\n\nLeading to where I thought I’d already gone before\n\nI saw a path, to something more\n\nUnsure what lies beyond, I moved with the flow of each flower\n\nThe area somehow, felt sour\n\nI saw just a glimpse of a dream I once held dear\n\nIt was beautiful, though, layered with fear\n\nNo shadows came from anything that grew\n\nIt was all unknown, but the feeling, I somehow knew\n\nAs I lied down, in this haunting flowerbed\n\nStrange familiar voices, echoed in my head\n\nAs I was back, where, I didn’t know\n\nI was just here, for this priceless show\u0026nbsp;"}