for when i was first brought into this world, to when i found my first "love". baby's breath so pure, sweet and delicate like i once was. do you see the irony now, as more baby's breath now sits on my desk. time changes people, as i am no exception. oh how i wish life were different, so many things i would love to alter. but all that may just as well be a dream.
pristine and innocent, damaged and corrupted.
who in the right mind would still send me baby's breath?