The quaint figure, with tears in her eyes, so worthy of love, sits and clutches her head in frustration- the blossoming springs are glorious, especially the Reds, those roses. A bee flies past, uninterested in me, but its yellow and black body is as wondrous as her smile and I think if it and watch its flight chaotically change course. My touch on her shoulder reminds her she's real, she is alive- the pain abates, but for a small moment. It's all here, right now- I am filling up with nature. The rapid shoots of flowers begin to fill the air, stretching up to the horizon- suddenly there is too much beauty, there is a need to flee this once elegant garden. The weeds begin to wrap themselves around the stems of perfection, the bee becomes even more chaotic. The fleeting moment between destinies design and disorientated demise presents itself as times alter ego- Can we have this time if no other? The struggle for acceptance is never over while together because one cannot leave the one they love but hurts when the one they love forget to be themselves.
The universe opens up suddenly and the plants and flowers and infinite hope shines down on the beings growing so freely, but struggling to see how to organise the garden.
Thats what this invoked in me. It was filled with a sadness but a quiet confidence in ones heart keeps them from turning away. It was a pleasure to read and took me on an interesting journey.
Wow, this one really got my mind turnin' 'round. And you're right it does feel a bit like, my piece. But then again, yours truly stands on its own. I really enjoyed it, my friend.
The quaint figure, with tears in her eyes, so worthy of love, sits and clutches her head in frustration- the blossoming springs are glorious, especially the Reds, those roses. A bee flies past, uninterested in me, but its yellow and black body is as wondrous as her smile and I think if it and watch its flight chaotically change course. My touch on her shoulder reminds her she's real, she is alive- the pain abates, but for a small moment. It's all here, right now- I am filling up with nature. The rapid shoots of flowers begin to fill the air, stretching up to the horizon- suddenly there is too much beauty, there is a need to flee this once elegant garden. The weeds begin to wrap themselves around the stems of perfection, the bee becomes even more chaotic. The fleeting moment between destinies design and disorientated demise presents itself as times alter ego- Can we have this time if no other? The struggle for acceptance is never over while together because one cannot leave the one they love but hurts when the one they love forget to be themselves.
The universe opens up suddenly and the plants and flowers and infinite hope shines down on the beings growing so freely, but struggling to see how to organise the garden.
Thats what this invoked in me. It was filled with a sadness but a quiet confidence in ones heart keeps them from turning away. It was a pleasure to read and took me on an interesting journey.