Death of a Rose
The first petal picked has little meaning. Though for some odd reason, I smirk watching the now lifeless colour of red drop to the floor. Little is my thought about what I have just done, letting life die by the pluck of my fingertips. Even though it was not in thought, not realized, not even put to be evil hearted, I have already done it.
Yet again, I pull another petal from the rose. That smirk of mine fades a little, realizing just then, that I am upset with someone, something. Realizing that I have yet to fully find out what is upsetting me, my smile turns to a frown. The next petal plucked from the life filled stem drops to the floor. This time my eyes follow it down, locking to the swishing petal as if it really is nothing, but for one split moment, it's everything...
All memories of my past flash before my eyes. Good, bad, whatever they are, I remember them once again. For whatever reason, I try my best to push them out of my mind, let them fall to the ground like the petals I keep plucking from the rose. Not saying a word, not saying a thing, not thinking a thought. Though it is I who could imagine pain, hurt, warmth, all of it, it is also I who has felt it, touched it, and craved it. Yet, I find myself asking why. "Why me? What did I do now? What can I do to fix it? What can I do to make it better?" I ask all that when I know the only answer is HONESTY... People hate being lied to. People hate protection. But yet, no matter where anyone turns, someone is always doing it.
When will I know if someone really cares, I mean honestly cares? When will I get to feel the first hand experience of love, life, touch, feelings, all of it? Or is it something that will always be a hopeless dream. A dream that I hope to one day, never wake from.
So now that I have made it to the final petal, I pause before plucking it off the stem, close my eyes, and take a deep breath in. Why? Because I have just been hit with a bad case of reality. One that everyone tries hard to avoid. Hidden secrets, tales, adventures, loves, friendships. I have never wanted something more than my breath at this moment. Even though that won't fix what has been broken, it will fix my frame of thought till that point, that moment, that very second.
Now that it has finally hit me... Where do I go from here?