another_dying_flower Doar because she thought of you that she cares enough to speak in her dying moments she stares at the grass and the firmanent of the soil around you but never looking directly at the heights you could grow into lasting for a 10,000 years she feels her life is short an empty escape from loves hurt and she is right to hurt but not to love again there are seasons of the love i am staring to realize that watching the rain rall or the leaves fall that hurt is her rightfully breaking my shell and only the courage to take that hurt and loss to a brave continuing find inspiration with anything or anyone love is not meant to be bottled but let loose, it's a living force, that seems uncaring, an undying feeling. it's not. it continually renews itself and it is a living force a regenerative force . 130530 what's it to you? who go blather from