
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.