~ Belonging to Eden, the garden of inescapable pleasure.
Prepare to fall again for the pretty things.
The desire to preserve life lies at the root.
The way of flowers --let them beckon and bloom-- sincerely upright, vessels for memories, methods of communicating with distant versions of yourself, a conversation that could drift into tears or laughter, personal revelation or total silence, depending on the mood.
If only time and thought could be as perfectly arranged as flowers. ~