Will I ever care again? I am afraid not. I am weak,and not every human is meant to succeed. Certainly not I. Certainly not when one lacks even a glint of the desire to. Some plants grow and prosper. Other glorious, meant to be beautiful flowers wither, before they even smelled sweet once. They’ve gone sour before they even left the bud, and are too damaged to ever respond to sunlight. Normal flowers grow towards the sun. But I would rather hide and stay inside my pea-sized world, tightly sealed from anything beyond my own horrid deterioration.
Love, your little would be rose. 3 years ago