Look at all the people standing around
smelling the flowers, what idiots. Flowers
are just sad. They remind us that the pretty

things die quickly. So what happens if you
are sucked into the whole flower infatuation?
You buy a bouquet of flowers, maybe the are

a bright yellow; yellow what an awful color, destine
to be happy, what an awful fate. So now you have these
so called “beautiful” yellow things, and for the first three

days they are great, but then you notice the yellow fading,
the petals sink down to the ground leaning in every direction
possible and the water turns a mucky brown like a swap

in the bayou. You let the flowers start to die, but slowly-you’re
a professional, you know how to torture them and make their last
days horrible. So now you have these completely brown and disgusting

at least thats what they say. I think it’s the most beautiful part, a dying
flower. It’s droopy and frowning as if it has had a bad day.
But since society is impatient and unforgiving, the beautiful dead

flowers go in the trash, and then the process is repeated.
Some live to keep the flowers alive, let them prosper.
For me I live to see the nearly dead flowers.

It’s simple. I’m a nearly dead flower. Everyone is just staring
at me waiting to throw me out, but some still see all us flowers
need is a little more sunlight and some water in order to grow.