all the flowers have reached this point of full bloom. and time has truly shown the definition of their age. but still, they try to hide it. they try to fight what's already obvious. because they want to leave it up to everyone's imagination to believe and assume what they want, if they are slowly dying or if they are merely defying the changes of time passing them by. but they want to stay in full bloom. they want to live there forever because it's the climax of their life. it's when they can actually see and feel the beauty and radiance of the magnificent sun. they are opened and vulnerable to the use of the bees for pollen and to the humans for fragrance. they are able to be utilized and to serve the environment.
then, when time decides to kick in, they try to fight it. they try to hide it but they can't. they simply can't. because time doesn't wait for anyone or anything. and once your time is up, your time is up. what is your life? it is but a mist that is present for a measurable time but will soon vanish into nothing. and that's the hard reality we must face. we must deal with. we must take in. and even when our most cherished flower disappears without being able to say "goodbye" ... we must swallow it like a pure glass of water and accept the truth about things coming, and things going.
i grieve.
i moan.
i weep.
i mourn.
not only for you, beautiful flower. but for so many like you. and i trust that others will make it through. my throat is thick of remorse and sorrow but i find your petals to be lovely. even while dehydrated, my eyes will hydrate you with its secretion. love will live forever through my tears to you and your exhausted petals. i think of you always. i love you, deeply. i do. and i miss you. this time is the worst time. i wish we could just go back to those days.
