Life is full of undeniable obstacles.

You might not see it this way, but we all need a companion or someone to help get through.

So why don't you give me your hand, so I can take it and we can journey through this together.

Everyone has their own fortress, something they can turn to when darkness blocks their path.
Your fort puts up a shield,

and you leave it when you are composed, ...


...only to stumble into a new world, with new possibilities.

Why do we give flowers to the dead and not the living?


Because Grief is stronger than gratitude.

The wilting rose lies unnaturally on its mother bush. It sways during the wind, and is the last flower left. It bares through the heat and surpasses even the harshest storms. All that keeps it going every night is the little girl that stops by every day to smell.
But, like all things it falls and withers away, only to be turned into compost. From its organic matter, produces 5 gleaming flowers, enough to make the little girl pick one and give to her mother.