My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope...
It's a shining grin full of hope...
Roses
I looked out through the fogged windows. It had been raining for the majority of the day. Peering through, I glanced at the rose bushes, roughing out the harsh weather. “’Roses are always red’, they say.” I spoke quietly to myself. They weren’t red- not now. The day seemed to be moving along, second by second, as slowly as ever. Taking a seat, I began to contemplate. Roses aren’t always red, I thought to myself. I glanced back towards the window; I could see my own reflection, my own face, but hardly. Never mind the fact that it was raining, the day was keeling over, giving way to dusk. Who was I to call this an excuse? It came to me, then, those few subtle sentences once spoken to me. “If you ever find yourself without someone dear to you, keep their face in your heart. If you ever find yourself in difficult times, you can never lose that, and no one can take it away from you.” A light smile made its way across my previously saddened face.
Rising from my seat, I slowly found my way back to the window. Staring through my own reflection, through myself, I put my focus back onto those few rose bushes. Maybe roses weren’t meant to always be red. I began thinking. To each its own colour, and to each its own meaning, wasn’t it? My mind now set on this, I began delving farther. Upon deeper contemplation, red roses seemed to merely become a portrayal of clichés. Never mind them possibly suiting me, they didn’t suit you in ways enough. Looking farther… I found that a yellow rose simply did not speak enough. It had no story; it had no meaning enough to define. The white rose speaks of purity, but is that quite correct? The fault to purity is that it never faults, and can never truly experience life… It took me a moment to realize that I was still standing, staring out of the darkened windows, at the no longer visible object in which my vision had been focused on.
Sighing now, I walked over to the nearest wall, and leaned backwards, as if I were going to use it as a support. Instead, with my mind and my heart elsewhere, I slowly fell to the smooth floor, to find myself in thought once more. “The blue…” I spoke aloud, unnoticingly. It seemed to suit you upon first glance, but it did not seem quite fit. Not quite fit enough. Was the pink rose a choice? Your presence does provide me with happiness, and now was proof that you were important to me. But for some reason, my mind strode astray from the pink.
“I need to find something more than these,” I said, somewhat frustrated by my own thoughts, “something more meaningful, more valuable.” I needed something that spoke more, that told a story, that held a meaning. Then it dawned upon me. The colour rose that always is, and never changes. The colour of eternity… The colour that always lives.
I now realized that it wasn’t just roses that I was analyzing. I was analyzing my views… Myself and my emotions. In this new light, I continued my contemplation. It was the black rose that struck me so stunningly. Although it represents death, nowadays… That was not my intention. There was more to this flower. Its story only began with that representation. Death is that which is eternal- that which survives forever. I heard those few sentences ring in my mind again, “If you ever find yourself without someone dear to you, keep their face in your heart. If you ever find yourself in difficult times, you can never lose that, and no one can take it away from you.”
I now leaned my head back against the wall that had become cold, from the persistent downpour. These roses speak the words that shatter the night sky and bring light to each day. At that moment, thunder struck- all the while I remained in contemplation. But do these roses suit you? Or merely me? No matter, what they meant to me- what you meant to me- was all that I needed to find, all that I needed to know. These roses told me the words that I needed to hear. Even in the afterlife, you will always be dear to me. And that nothing in life- or death- could ever change that.
I looked out through the fogged windows. It had been raining for the majority of the day. Peering through, I glanced at the rose bushes, roughing out the harsh weather. “’Roses are always red’, they say.” I spoke quietly to myself. They weren’t red- not now. The day seemed to be moving along, second by second, as slowly as ever. Taking a seat, I began to contemplate. Roses aren’t always red, I thought to myself. I glanced back towards the window; I could see my own reflection, my own face, but hardly. Never mind the fact that it was raining, the day was keeling over, giving way to dusk. Who was I to call this an excuse? It came to me, then, those few subtle sentences once spoken to me. “If you ever find yourself without someone dear to you, keep their face in your heart. If you ever find yourself in difficult times, you can never lose that, and no one can take it away from you.” A light smile made its way across my previously saddened face.
Rising from my seat, I slowly found my way back to the window. Staring through my own reflection, through myself, I put my focus back onto those few rose bushes. Maybe roses weren’t meant to always be red. I began thinking. To each its own colour, and to each its own meaning, wasn’t it? My mind now set on this, I began delving farther. Upon deeper contemplation, red roses seemed to merely become a portrayal of clichés. Never mind them possibly suiting me, they didn’t suit you in ways enough. Looking farther… I found that a yellow rose simply did not speak enough. It had no story; it had no meaning enough to define. The white rose speaks of purity, but is that quite correct? The fault to purity is that it never faults, and can never truly experience life… It took me a moment to realize that I was still standing, staring out of the darkened windows, at the no longer visible object in which my vision had been focused on.
Sighing now, I walked over to the nearest wall, and leaned backwards, as if I were going to use it as a support. Instead, with my mind and my heart elsewhere, I slowly fell to the smooth floor, to find myself in thought once more. “The blue…” I spoke aloud, unnoticingly. It seemed to suit you upon first glance, but it did not seem quite fit. Not quite fit enough. Was the pink rose a choice? Your presence does provide me with happiness, and now was proof that you were important to me. But for some reason, my mind strode astray from the pink.
“I need to find something more than these,” I said, somewhat frustrated by my own thoughts, “something more meaningful, more valuable.” I needed something that spoke more, that told a story, that held a meaning. Then it dawned upon me. The colour rose that always is, and never changes. The colour of eternity… The colour that always lives.
I now realized that it wasn’t just roses that I was analyzing. I was analyzing my views… Myself and my emotions. In this new light, I continued my contemplation. It was the black rose that struck me so stunningly. Although it represents death, nowadays… That was not my intention. There was more to this flower. Its story only began with that representation. Death is that which is eternal- that which survives forever. I heard those few sentences ring in my mind again, “If you ever find yourself without someone dear to you, keep their face in your heart. If you ever find yourself in difficult times, you can never lose that, and no one can take it away from you.”
I now leaned my head back against the wall that had become cold, from the persistent downpour. These roses speak the words that shatter the night sky and bring light to each day. At that moment, thunder struck- all the while I remained in contemplation. But do these roses suit you? Or merely me? No matter, what they meant to me- what you meant to me- was all that I needed to find, all that I needed to know. These roses told me the words that I needed to hear. Even in the afterlife, you will always be dear to me. And that nothing in life- or death- could ever change that.
... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
What do you see reflected in your face???
