Something about flowers…
I have this weird relationship with flowers. I guess you could say that I’m a stalker of sorts. I cannot make them mine because when I do, tragedy is always looming around the corner and death is inevitable. It is sad, but true. My thumbs are the farthest from any possible shade of green - so I respect the ones that were blessed with those gifts. I go out of my way, usually to be near them. They soothe and calm me. My eyes delight in their beauty. I don’t need to remember their individual names and don’t even bother with trying to pronounce their scientific ones… all that matters to me is what they look like and how they make me feel. Perhaps one day I’ll begin to delve a little deeper into discovering interesting facts about them. But for now, I’ll just enjoy this child-like, sometimes purely superficial, sometimes spiritual relationship that I have with them.
