To those who understand....
In a field of ash i found a beautiful flower. Its stunning beauty moved me, but what to do. If i pick it and bring it home will it die on this journey, or do I leave it all alone in this scene of unforgotten memories, and leave it to wither in the slow death of solitude.
I take the flower home. I place this thing of beauty on an altar of worship where i gaze in wonder and ponder its depths in awe. I am not worthy of such a thing but I and the flower see the need for each other, I just to be needed and the flower to be loved and never left alone again.
I take the flower home. I place this thing of beauty on an altar of worship where i gaze in wonder and ponder its depths in awe. I am not worthy of such a thing but I and the flower see the need for each other, I just to be needed and the flower to be loved and never left alone again.