I stop to think curiously. I'm crawling back into the cold self that I once was.
My path in life was headed towards something cold, and lustful. I saw myself as a potential whore. Then I was told, "No, you can't let that happen to yourself." Once hearing this. I was given a seed. I wasn't sure what it was, but I did as any other and pressed this seed into the rich dirt of my heart. As I saw it grew, and grew and grew, I began to see what it was blossoming to be. It unfolded to a blue rose that stood strong with pride, even with the strongest winds, it stood still, with no movement.
He was my wonderful blue rose. I cared for it untill, I accidentaly cut his leaf. His leaf of sensitivity. I slowly watched as his petals began to wither away. Fall to ashes, dust, fly away of at the smallest of winds. My beautiful, rose that kept me together for a year. A rose that kept me happy to be alive. A rose that made me smile at his rareness. He was one of a kind rose. Never to be found again. I will never find something like this ever again.
Now in the dried field that is my beating chambers, holds a stem, dark from the tears that have left from his body. The life has been taken away from him. Did I do this? I fall to my knees, afraid, for now I see a dark future without this rose that I held within me. . . .
Am I back to where I started? With nothing?
· Sun Oct 31, 2010 @ 01:58pm · 0 Comments