the thing about flowers

for some reason, we find beauty in impermanence, and that’s the thing about flowers—they’re temporary

as simple as flowers can be, they somehow lack the monotony ingrained in other things considered ordinary

once in bloom, we like to look at them, pick on them, and use them

we use them to bring life into the things we find mundane like a room so dull or a day so glum

we use them as a means to express feelings too complex for us to truly understand such as sympathy or even love

we look at them, we pick on them, and we use them

we pluck each petal – one by one- and just as we tend to do, once rid of its beauty, we forget its existence and simply find another

but sometimes, we attempt to preserve them; we press them between the pages of our stories in hopes of keeping a memory we recognize for its beauty

but here’s the thing about flowers: they never last

we constantly seek for the things we can’t have, and once held in the palms of our hands, we often choose to let go simply because for some reason, we find beauty in impermanence

and that’s the thing about flowers—they’re temporary

–k.t.