the fresh flowers tell you the stories that you listen with eyes closed but today you dare not open eyes as the fear asks you not to 'confront'.
today I walk up to the window and it talks to me on watching upon the agony of fate... today the window remains open n i remain closed...
the water tap makes a sound i don't like now... i wish to dive but there are no seas, life like a bucket that cannot hold the water now...
the daisies tell me they too hate roses, as roses get all the attention even after having thorns... one of the yellow one's sang to me 'every rose has its thorn...'
at first, 'how stupid' i thought and then after pressing the reverse button in my mind after moving a few steps forward... i realised it was true!
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