My own life, my love, my being, I'd like to be like the roses- see the petals? All the possibilities - one by one, each more mysterious than the last. And how wonderful too, the glorious pink, the reds, the white, the occasional blue or yellow - all the beautiful colors telling of each part of the dreams we nurse.
But these days I am closer to the absolutes. Just black and white - happy or sad, feeling either good or bad. Just that. But quite honestly, I'd prefer to see all these in all their fancy hues - it'll be more exciting to be in between, to be free from being stuck in one extreme. But these days things are losing their meanings. I am blinded. I do not know what this is.
Is this knowing - realizing the truth for the first time? And so is this white - the fullness of colors? Or the other extreme - black, the absence of light? Either way, I am growing blind. I can no longer tell the blue from the red, the green, the white.
This makes me very sad. I am desperate.
Please, please save the roses.
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I imagine roses; the fullness of red woven with blood-like veins, with each passing day, withers into a wisp of black feathers, falling off one by one.
The kiss of the rose, eventually turns into the kiss of death. Not that he betrayed you or anything I hope.
I suggest do what my grandmother does: Press the rose and bury it deep within the pages of every other book you read. I guess its original beauty is gone. But its scent lingers. :(
If the war is really lost however, then allow me to be more blunt: Roses Stink Anyway! :))))))
Yes! Book-pressing is the timeless, albeit desperate attempt to preserve what beauty that flower may have.
Roses are symbolic here to mean my personal hopes and passions - what colors the otherwise dull, empty world. I meant to say that roses appeal to me because of their color, but my disposition lately borders, dangerously, on indifference and perhaps despair. I find that those that meant so much to me do not mean as much anymore.
I find this pretty sad.
It was a war only within myself and losing it was necessary. But I'd hate to lose what keeps me aspiring to be different. We'll see. Haha!
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