Are you one of those who feel alone in the crowd? But you’re so occupied with your thoughts that you barely feel lonely. Someone is probably wondering what kind of thoughts. Well, on a scale of 0000-9999,the feasibility of the thoughts is down the line. It ranges from anything to everything… zombies, alternate universe, weird conspiracies , mysticism… the list is endless.
Think of a flower that’s just recently blossomed. If we were to imagine what it’s thinking, or feeling, though frivolous, what would that be? A countdown to it’s due withering date, plight before its damned end, or savouring the days left to shine and stay pretty? Bask in that morning sunshine, serendipitously beckoning the pretty busy bees, pulling the ever busy humans just for a glimpse or a sniff of the fragrance? Leaving behind, or rather carrying with it sweet memories even after it’s no longer there.
Flower, what would you do?
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