Good god, great grief! Reflecting, absorbing, colourful grief, I can see nothing but through your absolutes, Look there to that leaf, so soon to be gone, It is all our death, and beautiful, powerful, terrifying grief.
Openness is vulnerability and vulnerability is beautiful. That's why we love roses.
Though. Many of us are afraid of getting pricked by thorns in places that already hurt. So instead of simply trying to hold on to the rose, many admire it from a distance. Until the chance of actually holding & keeping it dies.
Did they forget that rose petals have healing properties too?
she filled my thoughts hazing my brain like cigarette smoke her beauty beaten and bruised her eyes still rang true shes the kind of woman you can't ever forget
daisyโs spread out in a vast field twirling as the wind whips their blossoms salty lips and caramel hips dips and tricks picking up the flowers that fill the ground with color laughs in Flagstaff sidesteps and triceps gracefully holding sweaty hands in fields that only flowers inhabit liberated limbs in little lands with boundless promises sway with arms on shoulders hands on slim waists spreading fake wings while lying in the yellow field smelling the scents, but with no allergies spinning until floating two in one without knowing falling into enchanting spells flower field remaining sweet while kissing is faintly heard in the brisk night air
oh, what a magnificent thing is to be in love
i love to love love and love loves to love me loving love 4/13/22
