A Dead Flower of a Living Soul

Sat, 08/11/2018 - 23:00 -- Es

I heard something today...
I heard that a dead flower is not dead until it's pedals are nothing but ash.
Do I know what this means? Maybe.

The flower in my heart is dying so quickly, not even the blood could feed it to bring it back to life. It has nothing. No soil, no sunlight, no oxygen.
But surprisingly, I'm still here, and my flower is still alive.

My heart is still beating. My chest hurts more and more every time it beats. My heart is pounding. It's like a hungry lion. It's hungry for love and happiness. It hasn't had that for a while.

I want it all to be over, I want to disappear somewhere. But I'm still here. I'm still breathing. I think I know what it means. It means even though I am broken and damaged, I still have a little bit of air left.

I still have a purpose.

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