Gardens of green ivy and regret. The footsteps you see are one of your own, and the path you walk has never known love. There has been people before you, crying guilt and shame on withered wills but thats just what the garden does. Every emotion you try to squander has already been grabbed from your heart and twisted to the surface before you get the chance to scream. This is how you grow with the vine. Dont be scared, many before you have tredded this path and there is no choice you will make that the fates have not seen, just take a breath and make a move.

Run into the garden. Walk with grace, come as you wish and leave as yourself, and whatever happens do not take this as a insult to who you are. We all have skeletons in the closet and as loveless as the path you walk may be left, the flowers you see will fill the void. Lift your head stranger, the roses dont care about your sins, they only want to teach you how deep forgiveness goes.