A weed hiding beneath the blossoming foliage dreams of becoming a flower, but no matter how deeply the weed digs in its root it will always be unwanted as it is. until the day a naive child embraces it. pulling it from the earth, killing it. In that moment it will be truly happy. After all doesn't all of creation crave connection, even if it was only that singular moment in a lifetime where your mind isn't screaming at your heart. A second where the world seems to freeze in time, a minute where the dreams of flowering become reality. and no matter how low your body sank or withered afterward your soul was satisfied to be recognized as it wanted to be seen.