Flowers.

I just had a conversation with the flowers. They told me about the last time they were stepped on, trampled upon without even a first glance. Left in the shade, just waiting to be torn from the soil, and soon placed in the beautiful vase someone bought on clearance. 

A death sentence, all for the sake of your aesthetic. A change in scenery to shift the pace of life that we sometimes desire to escape. For some reason it works. These tortured flowers bring vibrancy to your home, and a smile to the souls who happen upon them. Maybe we take them in so that we don’t have to go outside and into the scarier part of reality. Perhaps we keep them as some other reminder, a reminder that feels less gloomy…

Us humans find the strangest things to distract ourselves.

What’s your favorite distraction?

The roses tell a slightly different story… one of romance. They dress up your proposal, and they carry your voice in your dreamy declaration of love.

Roses bring about the distraught romanticism we’ve placed on death, and mourning. It’s the sharpest of pains related to a flower that now gives a sense of being fragile and strong at the same time. 

Fragility and Strength… such a compromising relationship between two words. A necessary combination in this never ending battle we may find ourselves in. We need to acknowledge the flowers and everything they have to say, because it’s important to go and actually stand with the roses. 

Break the fake aesthetic, and fall in love with the lovely parts of reality… they’re hard to find, but they do in fact exist, and they’re waiting to be seen by you. Admire the flowers, and find your inspiration among the soil.