Dried yellow petals on my dark, black desk are begging my attention. They are ready to be thrown away after months sitting by my side and my heart stopped for a moment! What will I do when they’re gone?
But perhaps they have seen enough of me. Full up on the aches of my heart, ready to be blown into the wind, carrying my desires with them to be planted and bloomed;
rather than sitting stagnant and useless, bulging with the need to release the parts of me they have absorbed for my own good.