you won't get the easy road...
Apr 11, 2008 15:53:08 GMT -5
Post by ocean on Apr 11, 2008 15:53:08 GMT -5
...I'm going to make you
W O ) R K
W O ) R K
There's something about daisies that gets on my nerves, but for the life of me I can't figure out what it is. Maybe everyone hates daisies; but I doubt that, I've seen a lot of others stop and sniff them, cooing over their endlessly daintly petals and feminine colors. Maybe that's it; the femininity of them; the shameless feebleness of them. And they're not the only ones, there are hundreds of flower types that ooze with a silly flashiness and weakness that I just don't understand. Why the need for these pastel colors? The slender, easily torn petals or the hollow, breakable stems? I like trees. Stout, sturdy and proud things, standing tall and eternally. Someday daisies will die away, and everyone will forget them, but trees will stand forever, and we will look at them and know that even after we are gone, they will be here. Just like after you are gone, I will be here, alone and all the better for it.
I stand at the side of a river, my mahogany body stark contrast to the brilliant green grass shooting out of the thawing ground and the aqua blue of the water. I'm completely alone out here, something I can't find it within myself to be resentful about. The calm weather is soothing and I close my eyes and sigh softy, twitching my tail occassionally to banish the few insects roaming around. I'm sure it won't be long before this glorious solitude is taken from me, but I won't complain, that's why I'm here anyways. But it doesn't quite make sense to you does it? Well I don't blame you, I'm not making it easy to understand, am I? I like solitude, and the freedom of being a wanderer, but sanity, for some strange reason, demands that I fraternize with others once in as while, before going on with my life. And so, I am here.
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