On a whim I bought a rose
When I got home I put it in an old drinking glass
with nothing but tap water
We are like that rose
Out of nowhere
Cultivated with scraps
The rose thrived off of the water
Flourishing and growing beyond expected
We are like that rose
Blossoming with nothing but bits and pieces fed to us
The rose began to run out of water and wilt
So I added more
And it regained some of its strength
We are like that rose
Adding to something that's no longer there
Grasping at moments of bliss
The rose started to die
So finally I fed it proper food
We are like that rose
Belatedly nourishing remains in hopes of recollecting what never was
But it was too late
And one day I came home to discover the rose
dead
petals scattered
limp and lifeless
beyond hope
We were like that rose
Feb 19, 2015
Feb 19, 2015 at 8:40 AM UTC
On a whim I bought a rose
When I got home I put it in an old drinking glass
with nothing but tap water
We are like that rose
Out of nowhere
Cultivated with scraps
The rose thrived off of the water
Flourishing and growing beyond expected
We are like that rose
Blossoming with nothing but bits and pieces fed to us
The rose began to run out of water and wilt
So I added more
And it regained some of its strength
We are like that rose
Adding to something that's no longer there
Grasping at moments of bliss
The rose started to die
So finally I fed it proper food
We are like that rose
Belatedly nourishing remains in hopes of recollecting what never was
But it was too late
And one day I came home to discover the rose
dead
petals scattered
limp and lifeless
beyond hope
We were like that rose
Sometimes things don't always work out. The important thing is to come out of it with grace and realize that there are other things out there.
